Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert
Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, FPO San
Francisco
Friday 27 April 1945,
7:20 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
Hello Darling,
here I am again. The morning was another
one of those days. Between 8:30 and
11:30 I filled twelve teeth, extracted four, treated two gingivitis cases and
examined two men. I was really glad that
today was Friday, "field day," and no appointments for the afternoon.
After lunch
seven of us officers went ashore for a few beers and relaxation. At 5:00 PM our boat picked us up and we returned
to the ship. We had just enough time to
shower and change before dinner. After
eating we stood up on deck and watched the sun set in a glorious blaze of red
fire and a great big yellow, tropical, moon rise in the heavens.
I really hit
the jackpot today. I got six letters
from you and one each from "I" Bergman, Herman Stein and Ethyl and
the Arrowhead card from you. So-o-o- here goes.
Don't do a
thing about income taxes until I get home.
It'll be perfectly OK. There is no reason to worry.
The old set of golf clubs contains several of my original clubs. They are worth $3 or $4 each so don't give them away. However the old irons with the wooden shafts can be passed on to Dick if you like.
The old set of golf clubs contains several of my original clubs. They are worth $3 or $4 each so don't give them away. However the old irons with the wooden shafts can be passed on to Dick if you like.
Sounds like
you have lots of flowers around the house.
Wish I were there to cut and arranged them you around the house.
Don't worry.
When I get back, wherever I go we'll be together, all four of us. That is a promise.
The snaps of
Linda and my mother are swell but where are my other two girls? Yes, I know you looked terrible (or so you
say) so you didn't send them on. You'd
look good to me anyway and don't you forget it.
I see you got
a couple more days of teaching.
Swell--that makes two days less to have to fill up some way."Winged
Victory" was good but I didn't enjoy the Durbin movie, "I Want to
Sing" or something like that. Did
you like it?
Don't worry
about "babies." I'll take care
of everything when I get back and that's a promise.
Ruth is no
different than she always was. It's Ruth
first, last, and always. No there wasn't
anything in the letter I wrote her.
Where is
Sol's address--is it a military secret?
Get it and sent it along.
Darling, I'm
worried about you again. You accept any and
all invites. Don't worry about how
cordial they are. The chances are they
do want you but you are just too sensitive about the whole deal. Ethyl wrote me, evidently right after you
called her, but she never mentioned your crying. Guess she didn't want to worry me but still you
do. Snap out of it gal and maybe
soon this will all seem like a bad dream.
Well, there
is no more for now. Good night Sweet and
pleasant dreams.
Love
Gil
P.S. Can you tell by my handwriting--am I tight or
not?
G.
Snaps of Gil's mother (Lena Steingart) and Linda
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