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184 Navy #3247 (Mil. Govt) FPO San Francisco Friday 30 March 7:15 am Darling, Last night, on duty, I spent my free time typing another two pages of my letter to Dr. Cottrell. As soon as I can get it retyped I'll send you a copy. 4) I'm very sorry this isn't a clearer picture - the kids don't look quite like themselves. On my right is Super, for a long time office boy at Operations; he still spends a lot of his spare time there. On my left are Andy (with the cap) and Kim, who were Colonel James’ office boys in the old shell-pocked and bullet-riddled headquarters and have continued to work for Colonel Fuller in the present (now entering the 7th) of the Korean School. Super and Kim took the exam for the advanced school but didn't make it. (Four Korean boys got in - a good rate compared with nine from the 6th grade of the Japanese school; i.e., 4/9 is better than 1/5, the population ratio. The Korean school has only gone as high as the 6th grade until now.) The bush behind us is of course the ubiquitous hibiscus. 5) Left to right: Marda Gun [the “Gun” is familiar for “San” - “Maeda Gun” is what Johnny Reif usually calls him. It rather denotes a young man, one several years younger than oneself] - a pleasant and intelligent Okinawan lad of 23 or 4; he runs the camp mimeograph machine which [pg 2] prints everything except our school stuff - we have our own. Slightly behind, with hair sticking up and ears out is Kato (who pronounces it “Kwato”) San, a naichi Japanese who publishes the daily Japanese camp paper. Every morning Reif, ripping it off in his colloquial Japanese, translates the news from the previous evening's island paper as Kato takes it down in Sōsho on a roll of toilet paper. Kato spends the rest of the day rewriting it in good newspaper Japanese and adding local items, then turns it over to his assistant who cuts the stencil. Next, in the white shirt, Moon [of the same last name as my Korean principal], assistant Korean camp leader and when I was at Operations, my trouble shooter and general factotum. It was he who presented me with the huge scroll I still have here in a long tin tube, ready for mailing but awaiting anything else that might turn up to go into the same container (I haven't the slightest idea what to do with the thing - it's not sufficiently well done to serve, as I suggested earlier, as a hanging or screen covering). Moon also wrote me the enclosed note. Next slightly behind is Kim, Korean newspaper publisher who takes Kato's finished version, translates it into Korean, adds local items of his own and cuts the stencil himself. He is the father of little Kim the Korean office girl of whom I have grown rather fond - [pg 3] you'll see her picture later. Next, front row, the rather good looking and well built one is the Korean camp leader Lee about whom that newspaper item was written. He is shrewd but not awfully bright, got his job on his looks plus pressure politics. The bald head peeping up from behind is that of a gentle, soft-spoken man named Nakamura. He keeps various records, particularly the card file of all the civilian population. With his hands on the shoulders of the men he’s between is the celebrated Yamashima - Yama San, otherwise known as Baseball Joe from the cap he wears and the way he wears it. Assistant Japanese camp leader he would make a superb salesman and is a good organizer and trouble shooter. Not the only one in this picture to have gone out into caves persuading civilians (or occasionally soldiers) in hiding to give themselves up, he has probably done more of it than anyone in camp; has even broadcast offshore from a destroyer. Next is the Hat (Hataya), Jap. camp leader. Intelligent (probably not quick as intelligent as Yama), more dignified, he was one of the NKK’s five or six farm managers on this island (sugar cane plantations). When his hair is oiled slightly and combed back he is a very trim working person. His [pg 4] face has much character, is sometimes cruel-looking in repose. He laughs often (Yama laughs all the time) and enjoys robust conversation. He and Yama used to get drunk together and knew rather intimately on the attractive geishas here. Yama would like to go to America; Hataya, who has something unyielding and sternly idealistic in his makeup, would never commit such a breach of loyalty. But he can't go back to Japan, at least not without a revolution here. Hataya has a mistress of whom he is very fond and whom he treats about as a good American husband would treat a wife; he will not marry her because she's Okinawan, and his family in Japan would never accept her. Next, of course, Evan Davis, w.j.; then Johnny Reif, and (coyly hiding behind the box of Modess, which some of the younger Japanese seemed to think a terrific joke) Bob Russell, the yeoman who's been with Reif since the latter's Arizona job inspecting relocation camps. Last of all is Otake, the Jap. press assistant to whom Kato hands his copy for stenciling. [pg 5] This picture does not include 3 Korean and 9 Jap. housing leaders who come directly under operations (among other things, they find people for us in a hurry) but who now have their own offices. 6) This should make a story but I haven't time. Just Dick Harpen and 3 of his Labor Office girls at the scene of a Korean wedding, which took place a few minutes later. The girl on his left is Chinese, one of the more attractive girls of the camp; you'll see another picture of her. To work now I love you, darling Warren
