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121 Jan. 7 - 4:45 P.M. Sunday My dearest one: Wendy is zwieback all over. We’re just up from a nap - I took a capsule last night and not only did I sleep well - but have been pleasantly relaxed and drowsy all day. Two letters from you this morning - and I sure needed them. I wish you were here to talk to about Doug - it's hard to write about it. I was disturbed to see him so cynical and bitter. He isn't at all fatigued looking - just has a ‘what the hell’ attitude, and is out to see that all men in civilian clothes get into uniform. Not that he isn't justified - it just sounds funny coming from him. You've probably seen a lot more of that sort of thing, and can understand it a lot better than I can. Wendy is trying so hard to really crawl - she knows how to move her legs, but not her arms. She is on all fours now saying dah-dja-da-da. Her feet are growing noticeably longer, but are still very narrow. Walter drove us downtown this [pg 2] morning for the mail and paper. He had cholera and plague shots yesterday, and wasn't feeling too chipper. Do you 'spose that might mean the China coast, or did you get those shots too. I think some of the men have gone to #3259, if there is such a place. Doug says two more years, and then a year for mopping p. I don't really want to believe that. I just couldn't stand having you come home, and then go out again. I don't ever want to be separated from you again either. If I could just get to Hawaii, I’d feel as if I was really accomplishing something. Isn't there any way at all? I'm not writing just to hear myself talk - I'm serious. I know how I'll be able to take the next 15 or 16 or months, but I’d sure like to be with you part of the time even if it's only days. 7:00 P.M. Today is Marge's birthday and she and Chuck have just gone out to dinner. Wendy and I are home, but I will run over every once in awhile to see that Pat is alright. The clerk at the P.O. told me if I special deliveried packages to you, they would be put in with the 1st class [pg 3] mail, and so same time, but I guess he didn't know. I will send what I can 1st class, and the rest regular - seems to take about eight weeks doesn't it? I miss you so very much - haven't yet gotten over that feeling that, you will be coming home soon. It isn't even four months yet and it seems like years and years. Know that everyone else is in the same boat, but it doesn't seem to help any as far as we are concerned. I want just to be with you - the circumstances don't matter. Last night Doug was talking about the sort of a life he wanted, and I though again, as I've thought many, many times before, that no matter what sort of a life we have before us - whether meager or bountiful, all that matters is that we be together and we could make the best of any situation -That's what hurts so about this separation- I want so much to be with you, and do things for you. That last is an awfully big item - There are so many little every day things I miss doing for your approval and surprize. I guess it's childish, but I often wonder who has the right to say I can't be with you. I can understand your part in [pg 4] this war, but I can't see why if I'm willing to take the risks to be with you - why anyone can just say no - and I have to take it without a fight and sweat it out here til you get sent back. I know there are a great many set answers - but why can't they give a wife a chance - they never have - and I bet they’d be surprized. Don't laugh darling I mean all the things I've said with all my heart. I'm wholly yours and will always be. Bobby
