Correspondence from Owen Hamilton to his sister June Meyer (June E. Hooe Hamilton Meyer, 1919-2010 (https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/81471045/june-e_hooe-meyer). He has no diary and hopes she's keeping his letters because no one would believe this, but he swears it's God's own truth. He doesn't know how General MacArthur is living, but it cannot be any better than he is. They've moved on to a different destination than the last letter and it's even better. He's at the Mie Naval Air Station and there are just 5 of them and no officers (no American officers). There are 200 Japanese living there and they are in charge of them. They have 25 officers and 150 enlisted men. Admiral Yamamoto (this cannot be the commander in chief Isoroku Yamamoto as he died in 1943) ran the place until they came. They moved into his quarters and he had to move downstairs---can you imagine an admiral moving out? Their job is to take over all the war material and destroy what cannot be used. The Japanese are allowed to draw their own food from their stores, so every morning the admiral comes to seek permission and he escorts the admiral to the storerooms. It's no wonder they starved our POWs as they have hardly any food at all. The admiral sent a radio up to their quarters and had his radioman install it. They have a big dining table and big overstuffed chairs. The Japanese do not have furnaces but use charcoal stoves, so they have one boy who does nothing but carry up charcoal and keep the stove going. It seems as though the entire Japanese navy is waiting on them and he's taking full advantage. When he sits down he has a boy who pulls up his chair and another that shines his shoes. As he was writing this letter at the admiral's desk, a boy was shining his shoes. When he comes home he will be able to go straight into an executive position and act like one! He has 2 laundry women; they came to the bedroom this morning and he had no idea they would be women and was running around in his underwear. They took the laundry and said it would be back Friday. All this is on the house but he gives them a cigarette when they've done a good job. A buddy of his had his chauffeur drive him over in a Studebaker and they took a ride. There's a circular driveway in front of the house and as he drove up, the doorman hurried to open the car door. It looked like a military convention with all the Japanese standing and saluting. When he (Owen) got in the back seat, the doorman shut his door. At the gate the guard saluted and opened the gate. When they drove out, people moved out of the way and bowed. He swears he's not stretching this story at all. He will probably be there another week and they'll move on to another target. He'd rather stay here, but when you have a job to do, you do it. Three months ago he could never have imagined that he would be sleeping in a building with Japanese and occasionally wonders what would happen if they tried something. There are only 5 of them to 200 Japanese so he can think of places he'd rather be if they started trouble. It's time for his bed to be turned in so he'll call Joe in--he gives them American names since he cannot pronounce theirs. He says the picture of Ginny (his niece) were cute and asks for more.