 I just heard from my Chester. He's at Attlewaw now. Attlewaw? Yeah, that's an island. You said that there? Yes. They're not tough enough to stop my Chester. Ask Tom about Winifred Allen. You see, you take the first letter of every word in any sentence that you don't understand. A-T-A-W-A. A code. Golly, so Chester's at Attlewaw. We'll wake it up just before he left. It's very comforting to know exactly where your son is. Very comforting. American troops arriving at Attlewaw. You didn't think I'd get another pass, did you? Oh, that's a vein of pasta. What did you say? In Polynesian, I said you're a beautiful babe. Oh. Hiya, son. Hiya, Pa. Son in Polynesian. Polynesian? Oh, Mother Dosa, how's that, son? Where did you get this beautiful babe business? In camp from a bald-headed colonel. What kind of an invasion are we planning? Well, there you have to know the language of the country. Here, I can get by with this. Billy, my dad can speak Polynesian. Can he? God. What's that? I don't know. Soldiers learning Polynesian. Tells me Tom Blair's learning Polynesian in the Army. The next thing you know, they'll be teaching him the hula. Blair's one of those amphibious soldiers, isn't he? Those guys you see in the newsreel landing on the beaches. Yeah, the 51st Division over at Camp Canute. 51st Division, amphibious troops. I couldn't sleep that night. That last night back home. I was thinking of tomorrow. The tomorrow when I'd be home for good. All smartest youngster on the block. He'd go to college. I didn't know you see that a few hundred miles away, words were being said that were locking the door to my future. Idle words. Fitting in blank spaces in the plan for murder. I hear you had a beef with Mitch. Yeah, I sure wanted to zip his lip. He shoots his big mouth off about switching through sixteen cars of land and barges and sea-going tanks to the embarkation port. These birds are bragging about what they know make me sick. The guy Mitch knows from nothing. Sixteen cars. They were 84 and they're all loaded to rods. 84? Here a heater should hear about that. He'd have a hammerage. Yeah, I'll settle for Harry Carey. It's a matter of a bunch. Boy, I'm tired. Looks like maybe they'll move the ladder. Landing barges. Amphibious tanks. 84 cars. Camp Canute. He said here a heater ought to hear about that. Oh, no, no. He's all right. Let me tell you that he was leaving. He says for you to go to San Francisco to a hotel that begins with a maze. That's very plain here. Yeah, yeah, that's it. That's right. He says he'll get in touch with you. Truth movement. San Francisco. It was worth the trip just to talk to you. Paul Spine sends a kiss. Do you get the socks? How'd I make them so perfect? Silly, I'm a perfect wife. Look, I can't talk much longer. Yeah, this looks like it, baby. They loaded our stuff aboard today. Now, no worryin'. Promise. Swell. I'll pick out a spot on this tropical island we're headed for in reservists for our second honeymoon. That'll be wonderful. Me and a grass skirt. Or do there were sarongs there? Hope their wish comes true. He's leaving today. Says he's going to pick out one of those tropical islands for a second honeymoon. A tropical island. Eighty-four cars. Fifty-first divisions. Amphibious troops. And along. Yes, bits and pieces fitted together from harmless scraps of gossip. A few days before the Jack Garrison had been weak and the beaches poorly defended.