Bennie sent me a postcard from some place called Kunming. It’s in China somewhere. He and a bunch of other Army Air Corps boys are trying to get the Chinese to build airstrips. Tells me they don’t have any heavy trucks or anything at all, so they just go get all the grandmas and granddads to come out there and break rocks into gravel. By hand. No wonder he envies me! Me, stationed in London, England! He thinks I must be dating the Princess or something. I’m not.
London is a strange place, truth to tell. Chock full of the most stunning buildings standing next to great piles of destruction, and it’s all so grey. Even the skies seem to be dusted with the crap lying in the street. People dress up and go out to buy milk and pick their way in their nicest clothes just to prove they won’t be held down by all what’s happened to them. I saw a mother with three kids in a baby carriage today and I said, “what pretty girls!” and she said “well, the youngest two are boys, but we didn’t have any boys’ clothing to pass along, so they’ll have to make do.” So cheery, too! People would be making a big mistake to underestimate these London people. Tough isn’t even a big enough word.