Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert
Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P. O.
San FranciscoWednesday 29 November 1944, 9:45 PM
My Dearest,
Got twelve
more letters today. Guess I'm all caught
up now. Notes from your mother and mine,
Libby, the round robin written at Manny's and the rest from you.
This morning
I finally finished up the dental work of the other ship's crew that I mentioned
previously. Am I glad! For the past
week I haven't had a moment to myself because of them. Now I can take it easy until I get another
crew to take care of. At least our men
are in good shape now so I'll take it easy.
All afternoon
I messed around with those slides. Now
that I have the right lead I'm striving for perfection and I do hope to have
some good ones in a day or two.
This evening
the skipper invited me up for dinner. Knowing how much I like seafood, he had
shrimp and tuna in separate salads made up just for me. I really enjoyed salads
for a change and made a wee little pig of myself. The Captain wouldn't be outdone so we were
both stuffed by dessert time. Then we
visited around for a while and finished up with some gin rummy. At 7:45, we went to the movie. We saw "Cobra Woman" with Maria
Montez and Jon Hall and enjoyed it a great deal.
Now here I
am. One of the men with an artistic
flair drew up the enclosed sketch and we mimeographed it. This greeting is only suitable to be sent to
men in service but I've just enclosed it so you can laugh also. He promised to color one up for me but I did
this one myself with red crayola and pencil.
If he does color one up I'll send it on as well.
And now to
the mail. Those pictures of our girls
are wonderful. They both look so sweet
and beautiful as well.
Spitzer was
only aboard for a short time. Now he has
joined his ship. I may not see him again for some time. Wally's guess was pretty close, let him try
again. I am 6,000 miles from home and it
does seem like a hell of a long ways to be.
I can't say where I made that liberty except that it was at an Officer's
Club. As a matter of fact there are no
other places to get stinko except there.
Well my
darling, that's all for today. Do you
remember two college kids sitting in an Essex coach on Santa Monica Boulevard,
holding hands? Said the young lady,
"My ideal man, the one I'll marry will be tall, dark and
handsome." Said he (with his tongue in his cheek), "Oh yeah! Because
all the time he knew that he didn't measure up to specifications."
Bye my Sweet
but lacking a book of poetry I just say I love you.
Your wolfy husband
Gil
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