This is the first time I have written to you for about 10 days, as it has seemed so futile to write letters I couldn't
possibly mail; moreover, what could be said was so limited. The big news that broke yesterday, however, now enables us to
say a little more than we could up to now.
Our life for the past 10 days has been one of suspended expectancy mixed with a sense of boredom & frustration. To wait,
all cooped up on a boat, and do nothing, meanwhile expecting momentarily to move into the big adventure, is a strange dreamy
existence. Cards & books - monotony - undercurrent of tension which occasionally breaks out - loss of all sense of contact
with the world and its peoples - no mail either way - sleep and more sleep - eat and gripe and joke and ponder -
This show is colossal! And the test is yet to come - the total test, and thousands on thousands of individual and personal
tests. For who can guess or know what he will do when the time comes? How soon?
We hang on the radio for news, as you must be doing, and, needless to say, we are taking a very personal interest in what
they have to say. The magnitude of all the events is beyond belief. Some of it we have seen; most of it, as yet, not. May
God grant a steady forward momentum to our work.
June 10 - Somewhere in France
Shortly after writing the above, an end came to our prelude, and the curtain went up on the big show. I only wish I could
tell you about it, mais c'est interdit. Suffice it to say I am well and intact, tho' tired. In the past three days
we have been in the middle of things - have seen about all there is to see - experienced all the experiences - and have been
busy doing what we came here to do. So all is well.