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
Thursday 10 February 1944
Good news.Mr. Diller phoned me this afternoon.He said that there would be an apartment
available the first of the month but he didn't think I'd like it.However I made an appointment to go and see
it tomorrow noon.After I've talked to
him I'll know better what the score is.
I wrote seven letters last night
including Miss Driver.I hope everything
is straight by now.
After I turned in last night, Levinson
dropped in and we talked for about thirty minutes. He may ride back with me
I am still watching the papers and if
Diller promises something nice I'll stall until you get here.I'd still rather move into a house.I'm sure we can find something.As a matter of fact I'll talk to Diller about
Don't work too hard and keep you
panties on (until Sunday) when I'll have more to say and do.Trying to write here at the clinic with the
corpsmen horsing around takes more concentration than I can compel.
Adios Sweet, 'til tomorrow
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,