| Guantanamo Bay, Cuba | |
| Nov. 1, 1932 | |
When I stepped on to the dock with letters in my hand I found that I couldn’t mail them outside the Marine camp. A corporal was standing there and he offered to mail them for me. One of them was addressed to Phil Browning. I went on uptown with the chief of the shore patrol from the ship. We were suddenly hailed from the rear. The corporal was coming after us in a heat-defying trot. He waved the letter to Phil in front of my face and stated that he knew the guy. So he took me up to the Marine’s Club and ordered me some beer and we sat and chewed the fat for a time. It came out then that I’d known this corporal in China. He is Johnny Faulkner.
I could see that he wanted me to tell him something and I knew that it wasn’t about Phil. So I talked about Phil’s sisters — Eleanor, Florence, and Carol. The last two are supposed to be twins although they don’t look alike. Eleanor is married and in Spain. The twins are somewhere in the East. I talked about all three and his eyes lit up when I mentioned Caroline. Then I racked my brain and suddenly remembered that Carol had mentioned a Marine to me several times. Then I even recalled his name. It was the same one. Carol often acted half-peeved when I told her I didn’t know every leatherneck that breathed. And I’d see Carol every time Phil came to Washington because he usually stayed with the twins. Carol had told me an awful lot about Faulkner. In fact, more than once, I suspected that she was in love with him.
Hours passed. Beer went down the hatch. We went up to the Marine camp and had a shower and then returned to the club.... I had told Johnny Faulkner all I knew about Carol and how she was getting on. Other times I wouldn’t have bothered much. But you see, after you get acquainted with love, your understanding is sympathetic and your outlook softened quite a bit. So I talked about Carol, and he listened.
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