Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert
Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O.
San FranciscoFriday 8 December 1944, 10:10 PM
My Dearest,
Couldn't find
time to write before the movie because of certain things that needed my
attention, so here I am after the picture.
Last night
the movie was a fair one. It was "Headin' for God's Country" with a
lot of unknowns.
This morning
I had my usual busy morning, and I worked through till 11:30. Then I distributed the V-mail Xmas greetings. So now I've got that off my mind. The mail today brought those song books and
calendar from our darlings and a magazine you sent on to me.
This
afternoon I got the yeoman, who has been assigned to me, to help with my
nonprofessional duties, to cut several stencils for song sheets. I gave up the
slides and will endeavor to have enough light on deck to read the words from
sheets. After that I went back to
"Prodigal Women" and before I knew it was 5:30 and time to shower,
shave and change for dinner.
This evening
I supervised the installation of our record player in sick bay. I had it moved down there so that I could
control the playing of it and the records used.
By the way, I played the recording Dave sent about the dentist and it
went over the whole ship. Everybody got
a laugh out of it.
Tonight's
picture was a Hopalong Cassidy that I hadn't seen and a short, in color, about
trained eagles and dragons. Very
interesting.
Darling do
you remember the black outs in the early days of the war and the trouble they
had getting effective results? Well you
should see how it's done in the Navy. The
alarm goes off and the men seem to fly to their stations and in no time
(seemingly), all stations are fully manned and if it's night time all lights
except battle lights are out. My station
is in the forward battle dressing station.
I have an emergency operating room and dressing station all set up in a
few minutes. I have three corpsmen as
assistants. Don't take this to indicate
that I am in a danger zone. We just
don't take chances. When any contact--undersea, surface or air is made--GQ
(battle stations) is immediately sounded and everybody moves but fast. Well dear, after the war there won't be any
more blackouts and when we go into the dark we'll have better reasons for doing
so.
Good night my
Sweet, I love you dearly but I still haven't any poetry to spout.
Love
Gil
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