Fri. March 2, 1945
Dearest Mary,
I was lucky
today. There was a letter for me. It was a little older than some of the
letters I’ve had a few days ago but just as wonderful as though it were only a
few hours old.
We will be
able to go into the service tonight. I told you about the special services and
the
There isn’t
much to write about tonight Bum - everything seems to be about the same - still
doing about the same kind of work - Living conditions are about the same too.
We have about all we need right where we work (not contented to that degree yet
Mish, just waiting and hoping as each day passes). There’s a dayroom for
writing, reading, etc., ping-pong tables, cards, etc. There’s a movie almost
every night. Sunday is dance night. Those who have found girlfriends in the
neighborhood invite them in for the dance. Our day room is arranged quite
nicely, a very large fireplace, or I should say chimney, which has a fireplace
on either side. Beyond the day room, there’s a so-called “Stay Room” with a
sign on the door, “Please Fellows, No Girls.” Just to keep the place from being
crowded by visitors. The girls may come to the first room where there are quite
a few large chairs, three or four overstuffed davenports, tables, and a variety
of hand-made or improvised floor lamps. It’s pretty cheerful. We’ve experienced
a lot more. The fine place was made by one of the fellows who was with us
during our stay in
Your
description of the lecture, of the Chinese Institute, was very interesting. I
know I would enjoy them too and no matter how much you write about your
activities, they’ll never be boring, so don’t give such a thing another though.
Guess that’s about all for tonight dear. Take care of yourself for me. ‘Till
tomorrow and always yours, FD.