1 5. May 28 Dearest, Three letters have come from you this week. I have been

having more than full schedule. Reveilleat 5: 30 A.M. and I never get to bed before midnight, so you can get an idea

of it. Crammed into that time are some fourteen hours‘

of classes, drill, maneuvers, etc., plus all the million and one little and big jobs that a bloody commissar always has to do. Ralph Bates says that no sane man would ever take a commissar’s job, and I think there is something to it, though he made a pretty good commissar himself. It is not only the morale, the political line, etc., that a commissar is re- sponsible for. For these depend on proper food and proper clothing, and bandages for the feet when the shoes rub, and soap and towels and newspapers and cigarettes and suf- ficient instruction and not too much instruction and see- ing that the canteen carries the favorite drink of each and that the toilets flush and suflicient disinfectant is on hand, etc., etc., etc., etc., etc.

But the school is swell—everything you get is the kind of stuff that you can put your teeth into. We have an excellent collection of guys here in the Anglo-American section, most of them with quite a bit ofiservice up front under their belts. The instruction is good, the locality is perfect and it’s a healthy and interesting existence.

Saw my first bullfight Sunday. They were far from the high level that I’d anticipated, but they were interesting. Most of our American and English chaps professed great disinterest, horror, etc., but they all stayed until the last of the eight bulls was dead. Some of the “bulls" were heifers, which may have accounted for the poorness of some of the performances, but anyway they were bullfights, and I could

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