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404 September 20 - Thursday - 8:15 P.M. My Darling: Still no mail - this makes the fifth day, the longest stretch yet. I’d feel a bit uneasy, except that Gerry phoned this evening, and she hasn't had any mail either. We've had fog all week, and that alone is enough to make one feel depressed. Saw Doris White at the P.O. this afternoon, and shortly after met Dana who told me that George C. had sailing orders for last Sunday, and that Barbara's book is due out the end of this month. The radio is still fussing about the men at Casa. Sadler's answer is that the men were trained to go in with combat troops, and to [pg 2] take over duties combat officers would not have time for. Now that the occupation has been peaceful, the men are no longer needed. That's a hell of a lot of hogwash - just because a man is taught to shoot a pistol, drive a truck, and go out on bivouac, doesn't mean he can't go out and make himself useful now. No doubt there will be further repercussions. This afternoon Helen drove us over to Holman's to do some shopping. Believe it or not sweety, I didn't buy a single thing. The shelves are just about empty, and items offered for sale aren't worth half the price. Its very discouraging, especially now when I need clothes, and want to get particularly nice things to wear for you. [pg 3] Wendy sprout is a love, and so good to me when I'm in a bad humor. She's a very sympathetic moppet, and happily doesn't always pick up my mood. Today she caught me watching her with a long face, and promptly got down on all fours, little rump in the air, and giggled til I started to laugh too, then she got up and ran to me laughing. I think I'll go to bed now - its cold and I'm very sleepy. Here's hoping I have a full box tomorrow. Goodnight darling - hold me tight and love me as I do you - Bobby
