July 19, 1943 A.P.O. 923 Postmaster San Francisco Brisbane, Aust.
I've slighty fallen down on the letter writing job, but I've been so disgusted with the mails here. I seldom get any and I cant believe everyone has dropped correspondence with me so entirely. I've been wondering too if you had had as poor service from me. Pass my letters along to the family as I dont have time to write each each wk.
I still dont know where I shall be assigned to work. I was told the manager of the club here wanted me in his club. They're sending my roommate (Helen Hassley) to the country + she's having a fit and wants to stay here and I'm having a fit to go to the country. I'm still working at the club here tho.
I dont have long hours + have plenty time for myself. I've met lots of nice people an get around quite a bit. I dated a Navy Capt. Sat. [m + e?] + had a wonderful meal aboard his ship. Sun. I went out into the country to an airport + an Army hosp. Yesterday I had a delightful experience- went sailing in a sail boat with a nice "chappie" from Atlanta- (he's a corporal) + went to Davidson. We saw plenty of interesting things too. Tonite I'm invited to a party in an Australian home for an Am. Navy officer. Should be interesting. I get taken to dinner nearly every nite too- so.
I'm enclosing a little picture of myself that they made at the Provost marshalls. I'm really not "garrison goofey" yet- as I so appear in the picture.
Loads of Love to all,