Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert
Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O.
San Francisco
Sunday 13 May 1945,
10:45 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
It is Mothers'
Day. Many times today I've wondered what you were doing. Since we married, we
were always together on this day. I hope
you got your gift on time and liked it.
I would have liked to have sent you something more but there really
wasn't much choice.
Though today
is Sunday I was quite busy all morning.
After lunch I took a liberty party ashore. Passed out six cans of beer to each man and
then hunted up a few more shells. My
collection is getting larger and more interesting all the time.
At two
o'clock a party of ships' officers came ashore bringing along seventy-five
steaks, all the trimmings and four cases of beer. We pitched horseshoes, played cribbage, drank
beer and had a swell afternoon. At 4:30
PM I sent the liberty party back to the ship and rejoined the officers' party. I put away two steaks. Boy were they good! Quit drooling.
We returned
to the ship at 6:30 PM. I showered and
changed into fresh clothes. For the
movie tonight we had "For Whom the Bell Tolls" which I saw for the
second time. Why I'll never know. I still think it was very slow moving and
Gary Cooper was lousy.
I came down
to my office to write you and found two letters. Yours was postmarked May 4th and your mother's
May 6th. I guess tomorrow I'll get your
letters of the 3rd to 6th inclusive. I
hope!
You say that
your letter "is #4 for today" and you still have something to say. I have trouble writing one decent letter a
day.
It is really
surprising that they are still going after men well along in their
thirties.
If Dick had
pneumonia, taking chest x-rays is just routine before release from the
hospital. He is very silly to hope for a
discharge. If that happened it would be
because he was seriously sick boy without much hope of returning to normal. Of course I don't blame him for trying to get
a specialist rating. However the Army
has plenty of them. Even If Ruth did write the chaplain, she'll probably be
disappointed. Her letter will probably
be placed in what we call the circulatory file--the waste basket.
Are Ruth's
anniversary party and musicale going to be on the same night or are they
separate affairs? I'd love to be with
you Sweet, but I guess I'll miss this big blow this time. I don't know why I should write Ruth and
Harry. It's been a long time since I
heard from Ruth. She probably thinks of
me when she thinks of you and you know how often that is. She even asked me to write to Dick. Like hell I will. He never wrote to me before he went into the
Army. If he'd like to have me write, he can drop me a line first.
I'd like
prints (black and white) of the negatives Libby sent. By the way we had some more snaps taken on
the island today and I should have some new photos to send you in a few days.
It's 11:15 PM
and I still want to write a few lines to our mothers so I'll sign off now.
Good night Darling
and don't give up hope. One of these
days I'm hoping to have some well news for you.
Pleasant dreams.
Yours alone,
Gil
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