Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert
Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O.
San Francisco
Wednesday 16 May 1945,
7:00 PM
My Dearest,
Here I am
again. I had my usual busy morning and
saw two patients after lunch. I let
someone "twist my arm" a little and went ashore this afternoon. We just sat around, drank beer and talked all
afternoon. At 4:30 the boat returned for
us and we got back to the ship at 5:15.
I showered and dressed for dinner and after chow I picked up the
enclosed prints. They aren't very
good. I hope to have some others in a
few days.
There is
nothing new or different going on around here, just the same sixes and
sevens. There was no mail again
today. Speaking of mail I'll repeat
myself by telling you not to worry if you don't receive mail for five or six
days. You can draw your own conclusion
as to why.
For a movie
tonight we have "Strange Illusion" with James Dunne and others who I
can't remember who offhand.
Have I told
you how much I love you, lately? Well
how many drops of water are there in the ocean and how many grains of sand are
there on the beach? That's how much I
love you only more.
Somebody has
a copy of that book you read. It was run
in the Post or Collier's. The one that's
entitled "Earth and Sky Above" or something like that. Anyway it's about a Jewish attorney who
marries a girl of well-to-do society and the complications that ensue.
Remember? I'll get hold of it one of
these days.
In the
meantime darling Goodnight and pleasant dreams.
I love you,
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