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."
Beers at the Royal Hawaiian Hotel, Now a Navy Officers' Club
Friday 1 September
1944, 9:30 PM
censored morning.I don't like it but
I guess I can stand it if others can.By
the time I got squared away it was time for lunch, so I showered and changed.After eating Graves, Hansen, and I went on
We stopped at
the hotel taken over by the Navy. I have
mentioned it before.We had a few
beers.Walked around and window shopped
and back for some more beer.Then we had
dinner and caught a bus back to the ship.Hansen and Graves have already turned in and I'm going to also.I'll finish this letter in the morning.
Sweetheart and pleasant dreams.
Good Morning Honey,
night we were attacked by insects and you should have heard the
"bitching" at breakfast.I'm
not sure what they were but I think they were mosquitoes.Anyway they bit me here and there and most
Did you know
I've been on a diet? Started last Saturday and during this week I've lost 8-9
pounds.Not bad, eh!I shall stay on a modified diet indefinitely
since there isn't much physical activity that I can get into.
yesterday so I should get some today.Time to go to work and besides there is nothing more I can say so bye
darling.I still love and miss you more
Your one and only,
P.S. Tell Ruth and Mother and Deb I'll write as soon as
there is something to write about.In
the meantime, give them all my love.