Wednesday, January 24, 1945

The club opened its new bar - pictures - free beer. When the colloquy started over detaining Jimmie from leaving, I detached myself from the Colonel and the psychiatrist and S. and walked away, my stomach having descended to my shoes. It was apparent that the Colonel had no intention of recalling him to our hospital. S. got in her spade work - said that as long as he isn't going to combat anyway - this hospital should get him before the Replacement Center assigns him somewhere else. The C.O., not knowing an arpeggio from an ant-eater, doesn't know he has anything in the Livingston. S. finally got a promise from somebody to detain Jimmie from leaving until his case can be reconsidered. Asked to be called early so she could check on it. A wonderful machine, the Army. Jimmie got paid his four pounds today. I was off duty tonight so we talked steadily from 6:30 - 9:30 in the Rec Hall. Like music...it stops at 10.