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309 June 21 - 6:00 P.M. Thursday Dearly Beloved: Just as I got in from Del Monte the phone rang, and it was Will again. After speaking to him this time I've come to the conclusion that his intentions may be good, but he doesn't have much common sense. He wanted to know whether I’d heard from you, and I said yes, but that you hadn't as yet mentioned anything about being replaced. Then I went on to question him more closely on what he’d told me last week, and learned that the men going out had very funny orders - that they might be going out to obscure - that Boyle, who supposedly was going out to replace you, was a [pg 2] fairy if Will ever saw one etc. etc. Then he started to question me about the “Sea Flasher” and casualties, and I fibbed and said I didn't know anymore than was generally known. Finally, he said that Ruth was coming on the 16th, but he didn't have a place, and did I want to sell Wendy's carriage. I said I wasn't sure, but wouldn't sell for less than $45. I hung up with a feeling of disgust, and as if I’d been talking to someone a lot younger than myself. I've never quite felt that way about anyone particularly a man before. Now its easy for me to see why the men feel as they do about Will. He's scared to death to go out, and feeling very smug with his current rote job. I guess I feel just a little contemptuous of him, yet I'm glad because now [pg 3] I can see more clearly your intense desire to do a real job, and do it well, and darling I respect, and love you all the more for it. I’d never encourage you to go out again, and I’d probably fight against it, but I’d understand why, even if I didn't like it. I'm not sour graping or throwing any halos about me - just rejoicing in being able to see the “why” more, clearly, and with no little satisfaction. Of course I still hope you will be able to stay on Tinian - a place I have a feeling of security about - or else come home and not have to go out again - I realize chances for either are slim, but I'll keep hoping til you get orders - Tonight I'm looking forward to rereading #s 225-250, and filing them away - the halfway mark now your letters fill ten folders! I love you darling with a love that's ever growing- Bobby
