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."
The "Navy Way"
AMERICAN RED CROSS
Friday 18 February 1944
What a day!Saw three patients today.One this morning and two this afternoon.Wasn't able to chase down regarding an
apartment this noon as I had planned.My
corpsman was sent to San Francisco for a week course in Gas School and with
Captain's Inspection this afternoon I had to spend part of my noon hour seeing
that everything was spic and span.The
Captain didn't come through until 4:00 P.M. I had to stall with my last patient
for more than an hour so that I would be busy when he came through.That is the "Navy way" of doing
things.I did attend to my life
I believe I forgot to mention it in my
last letter, but the night that the fellows went downtown for a couple of
drinks I ran into Harold Jiler and Maurry Green.They were not together but we all three ran
into each other simultaneously.What a
Received three letters from you today,
so I guess that your Tuesday letter was delayed somewhere along the line.It was postmarked 15th and the other two were
the 17th and they all came together.
I hope you are out of the
"red" and feeling in the "pink" because we have an
important date for Saturday night.So
until then my Sweet
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,