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401 September 17 - Monday - 9:15 P.M. My Sweety Darling: Today's news is encouraging. MacArthur says 200,000 regular Army men to police Japan in 6 mos. At that rate there should be plenty of trained regular Navy men to take over the islands. Oh Tink, if you could just get home by Christmas, but of course I realize chances are very slim. It keeps me on tenterhooks just knowing that you might get home anytime now. I try not to think about it too much, but I just can't help it. At any rate it is exciting to know we'll be together for good and proper before too long. Walter writes that when the [pg 2] Navy Captain (named Bibbey or something akin) landed on Okinawa, he was so disgusted with the chaos he found, that he felt to Pearl immediately and said he wasn't coming back til he got the mess cleared up. Walter expects to be home by Oct. 15th at the latest. The enclosed samples are to show you how the sun has bleached our hair this summer. Wendy's of course is much more noticeable than mine, which just looks slightly more reddish in front. Wendy was priceless this afternoon. I walked her around town while she dragged poor Raggedy around by one limp [pg 3] arm. We went into the dime store and Wendy nearly went into a frenzy. It wasn't the counters but the aisles, and she went tearing up and down and all around squealing, much to everyone's evident amusement. Oh Sweety, each day I feel as if I'll pop, if you don't get to see her soon. I want you to see her before she loses too much of her baby chubbiness - tho there doesn't seem to be much danger of that. No mail from you today - but a letter from Grandfather. Bill is still in Germany, but will probably be released very soon. Fred Jr. is to have another furlough, and expects a discharge shortly afterwards. [pg 4] Wendy's stroller is all fixed, and I sincerely hope for the last time. Our next baby is going to have a super deluxe model with heavy rubber tires. Bed time now, and I'm yawning away. Goodnight darling - I love you- Bobby
