Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert
Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O.
San Francisco
Sunday 15 April 1945,
7:00 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
Hello Honey. Even though it was Sunday I had a whole slew
of appointments and by noon I had filled thirteen teeth, extracted one and
treated two gum infection cases.
After lunch I
went up on the poop deck and got forty-five minutes of sunshine. Then I went to my room undressed, censored
mail and read until 4:30 P.M. Almost
like a Sunday afternoon at home except that my three sweethearts weren't with
me.
After
showering, I dressed for dinner and enjoyed a delicious turkey feast with all
the trimmings. Honestly dieting is a
real problem but the only thing fattening that I've eaten all day was one scoop
of ice cream.
The mail
today brought a letter from Bob Jaffe and a card from my mother.
The movie
tonight was shown aboard at Pearl but I don't remember it. It is "Greenwich Village" with Don
Ameche and Carmen Miranda. It supposed
to be good. I'll be there with bells on.
I wrote some
more letters last night--to Leon, Dave, Ethyl, and Mrs. Mumma. I'm having a little difficulty keeping up now
that I have a few others besides my own special correspondent. I'll probably write some more tonight.
There is
still no news worth talking about. Of
course the war is moving right along and it's hard to understand what Germany
can possibly gain by continuing to fight, but they are doing that. Okinawa may well be a decisive campaign in
the Pacific theater. By the time the
Japs are liquidated there, the Nips will have lost practically all of her fleet
and power of production for waging war in Japan proper (listen to "Mr.
Kaltenborn!" Tsk, tsk).
No more for
now darling so I'll sign off with love and kisses to you and our darlings.
Yours alone,
Gil
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