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397 September 13 - Thursday - 8:15 P.M. (We arrived in California - just a year ago today) My Dearly Beloved: It was so nice to get a long Special from you this morning, but I was sorry you didn't have happier news. I am disappointed that you did not fall heir to Tel's throne, because I know you wanted it, and I wanted it for you. On the other hand it's a relief to know that you won't be tied down when your relief finally does arrive. You still speak of finishing out your eighteen months - hasn't rotation stopped? Since the point score is due to come down, you could get home [pg 2] sooner probably - that is if the Navy doesn't make an exception of MG men. And are you classed with language personnel or MG? If you have to work under Lt. [Lowe?], I'm glad he is a pleasant enough guy. Anyone should be a relief after Tel - I hate to have you working with anyone like that - even if you do think it has been good for you. Wendy holds everything up for you to see and to fix. I hope it won't be til warm weather again before you get home so that you can wear your whites - but I'm sure Wendy would be completely dazzled if her daddy returned to her all dressed up. She would probably say, “pitty, pitty - ah-h-h!” I know your shoes and suit are [pg 3] in your Val-pack, but I'll have to check on the accessories. Yes, I think you’d better stop sending the daily paper, now that we have a file of the most important issues. I am keeping the Churo Chronicle in a folder like those I use for your letters. And your ear - if you must get something - choose an ailment which will bring you home - nothing serious of course. Last night was a [heller?] - When I got into bed I couldn't get to sleep bothered by a pain in my chest and visions of snakes. I finally got up and took Wendy in with me. She was so sound asleep that she never even whimpered. Just having her cuddled against me was relaxing, and I don't think it was more than 10 [pg 4] or 15 minutes before I began to feel sleepy. I carried little sweetie back to her crib, and dozed off just as soon as I got into bed again. During the night I dreamt about snakes, and running around killing them with a pitchfork, and when I woke up I discovered a mosquito bite on my lower lip which had made it swell way out. As for the pain in my chest - I've had it for about two weeks and can't figure it out unless its strain from pushing and pulling Wendy up and down these hills in her stroller. It isn't a centralized pain, but travels all over and seems to be most troublesome at night. I feel perfectly alright, except for being tired. When you [pg 5] get home, and not a minute before, so don't ask me to, I promise to have a check up. I've made arrangements to have our trunks brought up, and will go thru them to see if I can find the missing parts to your grays. Tomorrow morning I'm going to mail your first Christmas box - oh darling how I wish you were going to be here with us. Not that we'll be doing any real celebrating. I'm glad tho, that Wendy is still too tiny to know what it is all about. Had a letter from Muz - poor dear she does have a time with her chicks. Currently she's worrying about Doug because he hasn't yet found a wife, there [pg 6] doesn't seem to be anyone right now - and “he's getting on in years.” Personally I think he's probably having a hell of a good time, but he did speak seriously of wanting to get married when he was here last January. Hope my mail finally did arrive in a batch. Its hellish when we depend on letters so much to have them gang up, and be slow in the bargain. Well, it surely can't be too much longer that we'll have to depend on letters - there are so many other things- I love you sweety - please come home soon-Bobby
