Lieut. Gilbert
Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O.
San Francisco
Thursday, 21 June 1945,
7:00 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
Hello Darling,
how was our baby's birthday yesterday?
I'm missing so much now that it'll take years of catching and making up
for it all.
I had my
usual busy morning and early afternoon.
I found out just where Simmie is and will look him up in a couple of
days.
There is
really nothing new or different to talk about.
I haven't been ashore lately because the clubs have been so mobbed that
there really isn't much fun in going over.
In a few days things should quiet down a little and then I'll make up
for last time.
The mail
brought me six pieces today. A letter
marked the 14th, the Outlook which you sent and letters from my mother, Libby, Charlie
Blume and Dave.
My cold only
lasted two days which is amazing because you remember how my sinuses would
drain for days after a cold. It must be
the climate but I'd still give it back to the Indians or Japs or anyone who
really wants it. In the past few days, there has been no rain or overcast
skies. It's been hotter than Hades. I
sure miss the refreshing breeze we used to get at our last station.
Last night's
movie "The Great Mike" was a stinkeroo of the first order. Tonight we had an oldie but a good one,
"Dixie" with Bing Crosby and Dorothy Lamour.
Graves was
only out of the states for a year and he has gone back, so I'm still optimistic
about being home in the fall.
No more for
now so I'll sign off with love and kisses to you and out sweet girls.
Devotedly,
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