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190 Navy #3247 (Mil. Govt) FPO San Francisco Wed. 4 April 1945 8 pm My dearest darling Having rounded up the enclosed in a preliminary settling down which took more than half my evening (because I'm going to bed at nine tonight!) I can at last get to some of your letters. The latest is #205 of March 25, with its enclosure announcing Nancy Moore (I rather deplore the choice of name, but only as an afterthought to a very pleasant sensation on hearing the news at the breaking of a long silence on their part)…I'm hoping hard that tomorrow's mail will bring your letter of the 26th telling me of your visit to the Presidio. Way back now to #160, just for a skim-through- “Wendy got thru quarters of the way up in her play pen today” (Feb. 11) - And now? Mention of Gerry Hurtzburg reminds me that I didn't see Rein a couple of weekends ago, so tentatively planned - he had wanted to arrange a triple date over here on the occasion of some party. And the party (for the time) didn't materialize. It may later. I don't much care, though. [pg 2] I’d enjoy seeing him again; as for the party side of it, I think I’d as soon or rather go out with Charlie and his drinking pals, who have such a hell of a good time. Incidentally, the song they were [?] last night (just made up) was a local variation on “Rum and Coca Cola” that Calypso-ish song which I understand has been banned from the radio in the States but which is played out here several times a day sō desu. (I haven't heard it on the radio). See if you can buy the record - it will be fun to recall things by later one #161 - I shouldn't think a mistake would be very attractive on Bud, either. By the way, give my best to Bev and say hello to Isabelle. Gee, sweetie. I meant to have Bev's name translated into characters - I'll jot it down now and try not to forget it this time. Probably won't spend too much time translating it into flowery English, tho - that's a job sometimes Am looking forward with interest to the meeting in San Francisco - gosh, how things are flying now! For the first time, with [pg 3] the Okinawa venture on the air, I'm beginning to listen to the detailed daily news broadcast at noon. Oh, honey! Damn it all, my watch stopped at 8:01 and it's nine-fifteen. This is my one night in some time for catching up on sleep so I'm going right to bed. But I hate to do this to you so often when I just really got down to letter-answering. (The watch has stopped about 3 times since I've had it, and on such occasions but not otherwise I wind it. It's a pleasure to have it take care of itself so well and with so little conscious care.) I love you with all my heart, darling, and daily wish that you were here with me - right now I’d almost prefer that to being home, though the latter would be the wiser. In any case, that we were together… Goodnight and bless you Warren
