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#64 Wednesday 6 Dec. 8 am Dearly Beloved- Shame on me for forgetting Wendy's ½ year old birthday! I thought of it beforehand…time does go by so fast (that should be some small consolation). This is not exactly an ideal time to write a letter. Everybody woke up late today - gloomy morning - Reif and I being awakened (we sleep in semi-private room at the office where we work) by the advent of several new civilians from the hills - they had hid in the [?] cave during the night and came out at daybreak with a white flag to give themselves up. They all looked well fed, but seemed more happy than uneasy about it all. Since they have to be “screened” - interviewed, and any possible POW's sorted out for shipment back to prisoner camps in the States - right away Reif had to go right to work on them while I went forward to snatch some breakfast and bring him back a sandwich and some lukewarm coffee. Just as I settle down to keep my promise [pg 2] to get a letter off in the morning mail (afternoon pickup doesn't go out till the next morning, I find out); morning mail is supposed to be picked up at 8, and it's past that now) an enlisted man comes in with two letters to be censored and hopes they will get in the mail…the office is already full of chattering people when three officers from other departments come in with little items of business to discuss - I settle down to writing a little more when another letter comes in for censorship (it's Lamarca's, and I just glance thru it for 2 seconds and stamp and seal it - Here comes somebody else to pass the time of day - Charlie Frankel Mailman I love you Warren
