Wednesday, January 17, 1945

It's one AM again - no letters written - nothing accomplished again in the hut. Had a charming letter from Johnny a month old, after his three-weeks old one yesterday. Also a picture Jay had taken on some island.

Did wards this morning and got requests for pinochle cards, letters to be written, magazines, stationery. Delivered nine birthday cakes in the PM. Mrs. Murray accompanied me, and we had coffee and cigarettes with May Fleming's officers and Capt E. at Lt Taylor's birthday party. Ping-pong tournament at night, and Jimmy Livingston practicing piano surrounded by his tent notes. Brought me to the hut where I gave him a box of Kleenex and some fanciful soap - the lads can't buy Kleenex. Jimmy is disturbed and so am I over his future disposition. We want him in the Detachment to build up the band - do arrangements, etc. We want him. He's almost ready for D.I. or the army - but he is no armoured infantryman. This is the army - it's pretty tense at times. Capt E. in with his script for me to read. Goes on as a news analyst tomorrow.