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#141 Navy #3247 (Mil. Govt) FPO SF Sunday 18 February 9 pm My darling Two more letters from you today - I have all thru 150 except 148, and then (skipping all those written Feb. 3-6) #156-159 inclusive. I've promised myself to write you a cleanup letter tomorrow. I thought I was going to take my first day off today. As a result of the experiment, I've decided to forget about taking a scheduled day off and just catch half a Sunday when I can (I do expect to spend all day next Sunday with Rhein Hurtzburg, however). Why? First of all, we were ordered to move out of our tenets and into ones recently evacuated by enlisted men (who are now all in Quonsets), pending the building of our Quonsets. That took the morning. Then it turned out that despite its being Sunday the morning at school had been a busy one (moving tents for supplementary space, various other odds and ends) - so I gave up in disgust and went back to work. Tonight I've been busy cleaning out junk, sorting newspapers and clippings and reading what I could, assembling notes jotted down over a period of several days on things to do. (Mr. Pearson, the FEA man who may call you up a few weeks from now, just remarked as he looked thru his mail that he's missing a bunch [pg 2] of seven letters in between old ones a number of recently received ones.) Song that's been sung here for some two or three months (I think it was largely adapted by Zas) to the tune of “School Days” - Gook days, gook days, Dear old golden fluke days - Heitai and joro and Nichon trucks Taught to the tune of Nobody F s; You were my queen in kimono, I was your bashful MG Joe; You wrote on your slate “Asshāmio” When we were a couple of Gooks. -Keep this and I'll explain the references when we’re together and rereading our letters. The Officers’ Club is also taken down and we have the radio in this tent; so for almost the first time since I've been here I'm getting the news while it's hot. Things have certainly progressed since I last paid attention - Conegidor, [?] thru of the Siegfried line… Dream sweetly of me tonight, my darling I love you Warren
