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#6 - Thurs 28 Sept 8:30 p.m. Hello, Sweetie- It's fun to talk about you and show off your picture. I am at John May's with Henry, and everybody's gay because one of the men is going home to Denver for a month's leave. He will see Henry's mother and John's wife Margarita and if by any chance you should be in touch with the [Catter?] you might get a message by him. This is a nice place to write. Four men are playing bridge and four others are writing letters - talking intermittently about the war, exploits of various combat units or vessels, wives ad anything connected with them such as shopping and (in the nice, pleasant and not too urgent way that happily married and away-from-home men have) of course a certain amount of sex. Henry at the moment is trying on a finger-size measuring card which Jean has sent him-she wants to buy him a ring. Dammit, one of the boys has just turned on Roosevelt. I say dammit because he's gotten back his old fighting style - and you know me when there's anything like that on the radio. I can't help but listen. I hope you've heard the one that's being rebroadcast now; it sounds as though there'll be some juicy spots in it - “These Republicans have not been content to attack me, my wife and my sons - they have even attacked my little dog Falla. My wife and my sons, I do not resent attacks on us - but Falla does…” Back in Henry's room - 10 pm Well, I saw a lot of the boys today - Sol, who said Betty graduates Saturday and was glad to hear about Wendy, sends his best to you; Paul des [Jarduis?], Al Karr, Herb Deane (remember him? One of my favorite people, though I don't know him awfully well - same class as Charly [pg 2] Frankel), Lou Sheinman, Dan [Meloy?], and lots of others. Ed Buchanan is here but had the day off. Darling, I do hate to cut it so short but I've a big day ahead tomorrow and probably from now on. [pre-censored] There are so many things I want to say to you and most of them occur to me at little odd moments during the day when I can't very well write them down. But I do think of you often - you’re just with me all the time in the most natural sort of way. Don't ever worry about estrangement due to absence. Judging from little excerpts Henry has read from Jean's letters* (I'm not holding them up as models because they’re they and we’re we, but I do think they’re an exceptionally complementary couple) they have grown closer during their separation - have developed a more mature understanding of the things they are interested in - and it seems to me the same thing might happen to us if we try. It's awfully important for both of us, individually and collectively, so don't stint on writing me about what you’re doing and thinking and I'll try to come back at you with my own thoughts. I guess it'll be a little while before we get straightened out on mail - I've just received #1 and #2 of yours (written before the last time we were together) so far but [?] expect more mail tomorrow. I love you, darling Warren Would you keep your eye out for a camera - any kind you can get film for? I so much want to send you snapshots. *She described [?] lit sheets of Albany as seen from the train station when she got down the platform for a moment as “dreary, damp, and exciting”
