Dear Father,

Perhaps if this was a composition instead of a weekly letter to my parent, a good title would be Little Red Riding Hood from the wolf’s point of view as told by a casual observer one particular as follows.

New Year’s Eve afternoon I went to Tokyo to pick up the troupe of Japs who were to perform for the party. We covered well’s half acre of the east side of Tokyo. Perhaps if you had been driving or riding you would know what I mean. We got there finally. 8 females (7 big, one little) and 6 men. We got them back. I picked out one to ride in the cab but the manager did some end running as I had another one named Kioco, age 25. Probably born in 1921 because Japs are one year old when born. English very limited. Peaceful. Got them here without mishaps. Unloaded, ate supper, went over to the party, drank a couple of cokes, one beer, sober. While Christmas everyone was in a happy state of intoxication. New Years most of them were ugly drunk. After the act, I started to load. A 1^st Lt. decided he was going along. He got a couple of quarts of whiskey, [and] told me that he had everything under control. A BTO GI walked up but I got rid of him. The Japs started to get rid of both because as one explained it Lt. and soldier too drunk girls have to resist. In the meanwhile I loaded Kioco in the front and a Jap [in the back]. The trains had stopped running in Tokyo at 9:30, so I took them all home. I saw all of Tokyo New Years. One place the manager who was by now very drunk, had to alight. His two daughters took care of him. The Lt. was very unhappy, he couldn’t do any good. The Jap girls may not know much English but they can yell No very loudly, adding “very sorry”. Before we started, Kioco, informed me. Tamadachi (friend) gentlemen. I took that to mean that she did not want to play. Okay I was satisfied to have her keep up a steady chatter, even if I didn’t understand kept me company. We finally got to the end of the line where according to the LT. all would be okay, the manager had said so. We carried Mr. Fuji home, he couldn’t walk. At home he sat straightened up and flew right for a while. They all fixed up his idea that the LT. and I should sleep there, he would provide bedding and floor space, nothing else. The Japs had a novel way of house heating. We sat around a charcoal burner over which was suspended a quilt all parties put their feet under the quilt. I had a big deal I was holding Kioco’s hands under the quilt. The LT after being repulsed on many flanks tried reaching high on Kioco. She let go of my hands to defend herself pushed his hands outside and returned to holding mine. ____ peaceful and quiet. In the meanwhile Mr. Fuji collapsed under a table leg through it up off the floor, singing the Beer Barrel Polka in Japanese. His son was sober and watchful. To bad that my knowledge of Japanese is limited to phrases because there was some deal between the girls about Kioco and me. In the midst of this one of them darn near pulled off my big toe I don’t go for this Indian type of setting about. I stretched out. About 3 AM we left. We were supposed to have returned tonight. The LT decided it was friendship, nothing else. Accordingly we didn’t return. The joy in the matter is the fact therein house is about five miles from the Ordinance outfit that we go. Maybe I will see more of them in the future.

This outfit is breaking up 15 January I am going to try to get into an ordinance outfit for my remaining time I don’t want to go to an MP or 97^th Division for ___ six weeks I will advise about things as they come.

Sincerely,

John