During World War II, my dad, Gilbert Steingart, served as a navy dentist. He wrote over 500 letters to his wife, my mother Eleanor. His duty in the Pacific Theater took him from San Diego to Pearl Harbor, Eniwetok, Ulithi, Leyte Gulf (Philippines), and Buckner Bay (Okinawa).
After my mother's death, Daddy wanted to toss the letters. I convinced him to give them to me instead. The letters are a memoir of a remarkable time. Most of the letters begin with the words "Dearest Eleanor."
AMERICAN RED CROSS
Tuesday 29 February 1944, 1720 o'clock
The same routine again today.Worked all morning, lunch at 1130, volleyball
at 1200, back to work at 1300 and plugged away all afternoon.At 1530, instead of the regular lecture, we
were shown pictures of the different types of ships and their armament and a
reel on first aid aboard ship.Went to
chow at 1700 and back here at the clinic twenty minutes later to write my daily
note to you.
I got another letter from you
today.That makes three in two days--a
I'm going to go to town tomorrow noon and
place an ad for a place to rent.If
there are no results, I'll contact Sipper's friend at the Grant.Or should I see him right away?I'll discuss it with you by phone tomorrow.
Don't know what I'll do tonight.Saw "Lady and Monster" last
night--a very interesting movie but you wouldn't like it.It is also on tonight.Taylor and Gilman are going downtown.I may join them.I'll see later.
I really feel good today and hope that
you and the kids are O.K. too.Four more
days and I'll be home and this is going to be a hard weekend.
furnish volunteer aid to the sick and wounded of armies......" and
"To act in matters of voluntary relief and in accord with the military and
naval authorities as a medium of communication between the people of the United
States of America and their Army and Navy......"The Charter of The American National Red
Cross.By Act of Congress January 5,