December 3, 1943

Dear Marty, 1st Auxiliary Country Club
Your loving husband has been busy as a one-armed paper hanger for the last 8 days especially the last 4 or 5. But I guess I can let up in a day or two. We’re getting so fancy around here we hardly know ourselves. I suppose anyone freshly arrived from home (if he hadn’t come from someplace like Dodd Field) wouldn’t be particularly impressed, but we didn’t expect to live in genteel surroundings again for anywhere from a year up. Eating off real plates on a table-cloth in a real dining room and dressing for dinner (blouses) seems just too wonderful. And having a clothes cabinet and a bureau and a chair for each bed is equally amazing. I can’t remember, so far, to use the chair to sit on- I usually sit on the bed or my foot locker from force of habit. All but the majors live in two big wards (officers, I mean), + most of us would choose the ward over a private room or semi- private cubide anyway. We all seem to be gregarious now. We are in a smallish town you never heard of (probably) near a big town you do know. I’ll tell you all about the place when I have time to write a letter + am not so sleepy. The PEXmor box came today.

Love B