I went back to the barracks and when I entered someone shouted ATTENTION! and they all stood up and saluted me! Boy, was that an embarrassing moment! ...he familiar sounds and smells of the barracks quickly lulled me to sleep.The Reveille bugler call on the morning of July 4th 1945 brought me up wide awake and I was ready for the day! The breakfast smelled and sounded so familiar and I enjoyed some foods that I had not had in a long time. They even had rice for those wanting to go "native"! But I. I did so and was very careful because there were a lot of houses near by. She came and opened the door and invited me in. She was wearing a 3/4th sleeve shirt and a knee length skirt. And she was looking amazing. We reached the hall and she gave me a tight hug and made me sit on the couch. She gave me some juice and we started talking. The tv was running too. The conversation started to get dull and she took me to her room to show me her wardrobe and her teddy bear collection. There was a big. But during the day she lay out on the beach and tanned, and sweated and was hot and uncomfortable and smelly. I don't understand the allure. I stayed in our air-conditioned room and read.Of course I enjoyed it. Reading has always been very special to me and I am happy with every opportunity I get. But I had this silly idea that during this week away from everyone we knew, devoid of responsibilities and schedules and deadlines, we would crave an excess of togetherness. I imagined we would be. We only have three secretaries in the office and all the rest of the jobs at my division are high tech jobs and have to be filled by highly trained and experienced technicians. If it comes out that Chandra and I are married I would have to let her go. With the economy as sour as it is it might take Chandra a long time to find a job that pays as well and that has benefits as good. And we need the money so the only thing we can do is keep our marriage secret.How did we get in this mess? Chandra.