Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert
Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O.
San Francisco
Wednesday, 3 January
1945, 7:05 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
Still no
mail. It's a good thing no one else is
getting any or I'd be plenty worried. As
it is, we all indulge in the accepted Navy pastime "bitching" about
the mail.
Worked this
morning until 11:15 AM. Then I meandered around the ship attending to various
items of no particular interest. Had
lunch and worked for an hour outlining a simplified statement for the wardroom
mess. Than I had it mimeographed, so
that's out of the way now.
In
mid-afternoon I returned to my room and censored mail for about 45
minutes. Then I undressed, showered and
relaxed in my rack and read from "Get Thee Behind Me." Before I knew it was 5:45 PM so I dressed for
dinner.
After eating
we stood up on the bridge and enjoyed a brisk, cool breeze blowing in from the
east. We talked about everything and
really said nothing. There is nothing
new that I can tell you but we are all hoping for some big news that should
break in about three days. However
you'll probably read about it just as soon as we hear out here.
Well
Sweetheart, are you doing any more teaching?
Do you remember when we first got married, you taught and brought
sandwiches up to the office for our lunch?
After this war we'll enjoy many a luncheon together but I believe we'd
both enjoy being waited on in some nice restaurant.
That's all
for now darling, give my girls a big kiss for me.
Devotedly,
Gil
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