Saturday, 17 November
1945, 8:30 AM
Dearest Eleanor,
Good morning
Sweet, how is my Darling this morning? Yesterday morning Leslie and I
hitch-hiked down to the ship. I talked
to the captain and convinced him that he ought to recommend that I be sent home
now. We wrote a letter to CNOB
explaining that my points would be up next month, that my dental equipment was
destroyed and that I have been living ashore since October 9. They won't give
me orders right away, but I will have them on December 1. That means I should be home for
Xmas. In the mean time, bureau
orders may come in and if they do I'll leave sooner. Because of past
experiences, I hate to tell you not to write anymore, but once CNOB accepts the
request for passage back to the United States for release, it is a certainty
that I'll leave. The reason I wanted my
blues was that I don't plan on spending any time in San Francisco. I could check in and out of the naval
district in on day. If CNOB sends me
back, chances are that I'll dock in Southern California and report to the Los
Angeles Demobilization Center.
Anyway I did
lots of running around yesterday and when it is all via the thumb or legs you
get pretty hot and tired. We got back to
the camp hungry and dirty. After a hot
shower and a few beers we ate chow.
After chow we
went to the movies. In addition to the
picture "Three Strangers" with Sidney Greenstreet, Geraldine
Fitzgerald and Peter Lore, we had a SSO (Special Security Office) stage show
which lasted over one hour. The cast of
army men must have been top-notch entertainers in civilian life. The movie was
very unusual and I enjoyed it a lot.
It was after
eleven when we got back from the show.
Everyone was tired and sleepy so I didn't bother to write until this
morning. You certainly got all your facts mixed up but maybe it's better that
way.
I got two
letters from you telling me about what you did and said to Patterson. Also I got a letter from your mother and the
November Esquire.
That is
thirty for now Sweet, these next two weeks will really drag, but then I'll be
on my way home. Bye for now.
Love,
Gil
Captain and Exec
USS Ocelot stern severed by the Nestor
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