AMERICAN RED CROSS
Wednesday 8 March 1944, 1615 o'clock
My Dearest,
Please don't upset yourself like you
have been. We must be patient and keep
looking. Something is bound to turn
up. I'll call Diller tomorrow and try an
ad in the San Diego paper this coming weekend again.
Going to see "Souls at
Sea." The movie shown last night
was so putrid that I didn't go. It was
the same one that was shown on Monday and the opinion seemed to be unanimous.
As I told you over the phone, I
examined a "draft" of men going out for sea duty. Along with me as Dental Officer there were
four Medical Officers. The 175 men are
all lined up in their barracks and stripped down to the skin except for shoes
and stockings. One doctor examines the
throat, another the chest, another gives a "short arm" inspection and
a fourth checks for rupture. I walk
around with a flashlight and look in each mouth as I go by. If a man doesn't have enough teeth for chewing,
I am supposed to pull him out of the "draft" until he is rehabilitated. I passed them all. It took me about eight minutes to make the
inspection. I got credit for 175 oral
examinations. That's the Navy.
Nothing more my Sweet. Keep your chin up.
Love,
Gil
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