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#131 P.S. Make it 2 pairs of pajamas (solid color, if possible, for a reason) and we'll swap more often! Friday 9 Febr. 7:30 am My dearest darling, No class last night, but a movie for the kids and my turn to take the operator (with projector and speaker) back to his unit several miles from here, so I didn't get in till after ten. The party of the night before last (I don't think I quite finished writing about it) broke up about 9:45 (the girls had to be back by ten) but since the evening had started at four-thirty, it seemed quite long enough. It was awfully good to get your two letters yesterday and I'll answer them (as well as back ones I haven't finished yet) tonight. Meanwhile, though, I can answer your remark about being eager to get that snapshot and qualify my recent one about its being lost - that is, it was lost, but I had my picture taken again in a small group by a new officer who came here recently and - at that same time I found the owners of two cameras that will take both my 616 films (2 rolls) and my 35mm(1)! I'm borrowing the 616 camera today as its owner is leaving soon. It will be 3 or 4 weeks before you get any prints from it but at least you can be fairly well assured now of getting a few pictures. My cold does not appear to be developing - sore throat gone and head almost clear (it didn't start [pg 2] at or as a result of the party; I’d been sneezing all that day, as had a number of other men) but I do continue to have stomach cramps. I guess that mixture of beer with a rather rich diet of seafood was something of a shock to what I used to regard as a cast iron tummy. Well, even if that and my itch do come at the same time, I can't complain much; they’re the first indispositions of any kind that I've had here. I think I'm losing my job at the school. It breaks my heart, because Tel does need someone to help him run it (the Korean school, tho only ¼ as large as the J., means a separate schedule, separate teaching material to censor, separate principals to spend a couple of hours each day planning with. I've done a reasonably good job so far of putting the K. school on its feet and have so many ideas for it; the job gives me more freedom, - requires more imagination and work than other job in camp that I’d elect. Haven't been officially informed of it yet, but the mental wizards who form a planning committee (heads of departments; or maybe it's the colonel and his exec. This time) have decided they need a sanitation office and want to put it under the Engineering department, not as just one of many Engineering functions (as it has been until now just one of the many functions of the Medical Department) but as a separate office. They want to put me in charge of it. There will probably be no escaping it, but I'm beginning to learn to fight for what I think is important and I shall at least have the satisfaction of being heard. If I lose, I imagine I'll get a weekly day off as consolations prize, since everyone in Engineering takes one. But I’d give up the day off for as long as I'm here to stay where I am. So saying, I’d better go to work! I love you W.
