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350 July 29 - 5:45 P.M. Sunday My Dearest Darling: Feeling sleepy after a glass of beer - haven't had one for a long time. Have some straight news from Casa, but it doesn't sound as if its going to effect us any. However, it does sound as if the new guys mean business. All Navy men at the Presidio are being interviewed and offered one of three things 1) they may return to whatever branch of the Navy they were in before MG, or apply for some other branch which might be able to use them 2) remain in MG and [pg 2] become part of the replacement pool at CASA 3) if they’re old enough - probably 40 or over, they can apply for a discharge. Heresay has it that few men want to remain in MG - but MG men on Okinawa. The replacements will probably be used for those whose 18 months are up. I don't know of course, but I imagine the Boulder men will stick with MG, and go out eventually as replacements. They are not at all popular, and I've heard more derogatory remarks about Will than anyone else. There will probably by repercussions from men already out, but I don't imagine anything will come of it, tho it [pg 3] hardly seems fair. I expect you will have to see your eighteen months thru, perhaps by then the war will be over, and you won't have to go out again - I don't think I could take a second dose of this particular brand of hell. This afternoon while I was ironing, I blew a fuse. Not knowing a thing about them, I went over to Grammy Price. She didn't have a spare, but came over, and together we found the fuse box. Helen managed to find an extra fuse, which I blew because I forgot to disconnect the iron! Finally Grammy phoned Gladys, and Markham Sr. came down - he [pg 4] couldn't get into the box because the space was too small, so I crawled in, and managed to fix it, tho I was sure both the house and me were going to blow up. This morning after I took Wendy into bed with me, I had a nice silly dream about you. I dreamt that it was Sunday, and you were walking briskly down the street toward me, dressed in a suit of your gray, pipe in mouth, bug smile, and a tower of paper bound Boulder texts on your head! No mail from you again today, and I miss it so much. I feel as if I am in a perpetual whirlwind, not knowing what's going to happen from one [pg 5] minute to the next. It probably sounds funny, but if we can't be together right now I wish I could get away and change places with you - to be in a wholly new and different place, one which has no associations with life as we know it together. One of the hardest things about this waiting business is living in normal surroundings under abnormal conditions. 8:45 The Standard Hour - and I've just finished filing away twenty five more letters (11 folders now) and getting the snapshot album up to date - Its full now, and I have seven pictures left over with which to start a new one. Thought I was quite a fancy fuse fixer til I discovered that tho the lights and radio are on in here, they’re out over the rest of the house. Sweety, you just better come home soon. I love you very much Bobby
