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367 August 15 - Wednesday - 9:00 P.M. My Dearest Darling: Tonight I feel deflated after hearing about the Navy discharge system. Golly sweety - that means you won't get out til a year from this October. And I'm worried for fear that you won't get your leave after eighteen months. I thought when the war was over, we would probably be together after six months, but it doesn't look that way now, and I'm terribly disappointed. I know there isn't anything to do, but wait and see. Perhaps I'm upset, because I'm tired. This has been a very quiet day. We went downtown with Helen and Bob this morning, and drove [pg 2] up Scenic Drive and to the Mission to celebrate the end of gas rationing. This afternoon the sun came out, and we went down to the beach. Wendy aroused a good bit of attention walking in the sand, because she is such a tiny moppet, and later when she went in wading, all on her own, and completely unafraid. Of course I always stay nearby, but most of the time she doesn't even like me to hold her hand. She's so independent in almost everything, that I hardly know how to hold her in check. I don't like to spank, and Wendy is too young to reason with, yet she has to be shown what she may and may not do. She shows some signs of having a temper, but I've never given a chance to really display [pg 3] it. Parenthood is a very complex job, and I'll feel a lot better when you are here with me to help in an everyday way. Oh darling, in so many ways I need you and want you- And always I love you with all my heart - Bobby
