15. 

May 28 

Dearest,

Three letters have come from you this week. I have been 
having more than full schedule. Reveille at 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 sufficient 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 of service 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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