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#164 Navy #3247 (Mil. Govt) FPO San Francisco Mon. 12 March 8:45 pm Hi Sweetie, The pay line (just over for the evening) isn't so bad these days; it's gradually being decentralized so that outside units pay the men they hire themselves, as (beginning next month) will each department within the camp here. That leaves only that portion of the labor pool (not attached regularly to any office) which works here and cuts the payline about in half. Just happened to remember that I wanted to tell you what I did with the crayons you sent - remember the first birthday party of a little Korean girl that I went to the other day? I took them, and one of the boxes of bouillon cubes, a can of American sardines and the can of evaporated milk as my offering, and I was very glad to have them for that purpose. Do you know where the atlas is (the new long and thin one)? I sure wish I had it out here. Can't remember whether it's with my language books, with other books you have there unopened or in Flushing. Thank you, both Sweeties, for the cards - I do love getting them, and that ain't blarney either. Received the 3 [pg 2] enlargements from the last group of snapshots - even if that isn't a flatting picture of you, darling (beside the baby carriage) I do like it - it's rather pixyish. Yes, Wendy wears her corsage prettily and with dignity. The picture in the playpen, unfortunately, shows less than the little one does and is not as clear. The one of the house, while not as sparkling with sunlight as its miniature (which we overexposed in developing) gives me a better idea of detail. #180: Glad the Special Man at the P.O. doesn't mind - he's likely to have one about once a week or so. Oh - I've already answered this one. But perhaps I didn't mention that I was very interested to learn of Jack Adler's being on Iwo. I've heard one or two reports as to Boulder men being there - at least four of them, I think - and it sounds like rather rough going. But it's almost over now. #181: How delightful to walk into the bedroom to find Wendy standing in her crib and laughing (in exultation over her new-found freedom. I'll bet - was there just a touch of mischief in her laugh?) Darling, even if you've dissatisfied with an attempt at answering any of my letters. Why don't you just label it as such - what you feel is an unsatisfactory start - rather than not writing at all? I'm sure I'm not going to pass judgment on what you say, and I do so much [pg 3] love knowing every little thing about you that you are willing to show me fully - including what you’re not clear about yourself. It isn't, between us (and this goes for my side of things too), as though you’re submitting a finished article for the consideration of a publisher…But I agree that there wasn't any special need of answering that long letter of mine, and also that - for lack of time to follow it thru and be more specific - it was probably vague in spots. I meant it to be (as always) more provocative than definitive. Time out to explain the pay line routine to Kirby Etter, whose pinch hitting for me tomorrow, and for a brief conference with Tel. 10:30 pm I had best jump into bed now - big day ahead tomorrow. Wanted to write you an extra letter tonight but I need the sleep. Just saw Bill Bull in Kirby's tent (he's over visiting for the day) - he wouldn't let me pay for the phone call and I didn't press him - said you sounded very exuberant, and delighted at the idea of [pg 4] talking to someone who’d been out here and had seen me so recently - “and not at all jealous”…”I should have added, “That's a lie,” (he would doubtless have assented emphatically) but I was pleased to hear that you had responded in a lively fashion, I can picture you very well, and it was good to hear a little more about it. He's with an air unit now, not in MG. Had a wonderful time in the states and spent a lot of money - which I take to be seven or eight hundred dollars. A single man wouldn't have to throw money around to spend that much on a month's leave. As for me, darling, all I need is about a dollar ninety-eight and you. I love you! Warren
