Sunday, 25 November 1945, 9:30 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
My last
Sunday on Okinawa (I hope). Anyway by
next Sunday I should know when I'm leaving and where I'll be going. In the meantime we'll both need to be
patient.
I spent a
nice, quiet, peaceful day. Leslie and I
had quite a talk this afternoon as to the effect this life we've been leading
will have on us. We've been laying
around for so long that we've lost all ambition. We talked about our prospects as civilians. Of course, I know where I'm going. It's amazing to see the number of men that
have absolutely nothing to go back to.
So many of them came fresh from school and literally don't know what
they'll do when they get back. Just the same they all want out.
Tonight's
movie was another repeat. "Blonde
Ransom," just a fair movie. That's
thirty for tonight. Goodnight Darling,
it won't be long before I'll kiss you goodnight instead of writing it.
Love,
Gil
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