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."
Tanked to the Gills
Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O.
Saturday 23 December
1944, 10:15 PM
her I am and tanked to the gills just like I threatened last night.
like every other day--work.I knocked
off at 11:00 AM and visited with the skipper.Then I had lunch.After lunch
five of the officers including the
went ashore.We got
back at 6:15 P.M. I had dinner with the rest.Somehow I made my rack and climbed in.Came to at 8:15 PM and went to the movie.Don't ask me what it was about? And don't
bother seeing it, lousy!!
probably think, my is he tight, but really it's not as bad as it sounds.I am reading an interesting book called
"The Pacific World." It describes of the islands of the Pacific, the
animal life, vegetation, sea life and additional interesting information.I have the book in my room and in my next
letter I'll give you more details about it.I know you'll enjoy reading it.
When I got
back this evening I found a package containing the electric shaver so you can
see how long mail takes out his way.That
was all today so there is nothing for me to comment on.
you remember past years before Xmas when I came home "blotto" and how
provoked you were?Please excuse this
performance.I really felt like I had a
good excuse.Next year we'll do it
love, I'll sign off before I pass out.I
love you and miss you and wow could I do with a little loving tonight.