Ranger (CV 61) - Naval Cruise Book

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THE WOMAN ...HYankee go home, she shouted, laugh- ing, at the glassed-in gawkers idling down Haight in their B-uicks...one of the hippy long-haired chicks, her old child'S face pale but her laughter so much richer than the snickers of the tourists... ...Trim in a pale blue suit, and very serious, the thin blond from Mills College waited for the bus from Alameda...tww0 she went over to the jukebox but could find no tune she liked... ... You will never have to worry ab0Ui love again the old Chinese lady whispered from behind the counter, handing me the expensive bag of magic 'Ltiger bonesn.-. ...I could only dance with her once...se6 her, that little black-haired fox in the peppermint-plastic mini-skirt...y0Uf wouldn't think she was a teller at the Bank of America, would you... QF or some, San Francisco is its W0m9nl

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You've got to promise to write me every clay, or Ilm going to jump into the Pacific and find you... I can't write every a'ay...they keep us busy, you knowmdrills, and watches and things... You promised every lll1j'...1CTl.l8 me about what you do...I donlt Care if I don't under- stand it...just so you sit down and think of me for three pages at day... Three pages...o.k., I can manage three pages most ofthe time... Look now, I'm going to write you every single day...even If we have another earthquake... honey? Wlzat? Do you really love me, or was it San Fran- cisco?