Sunday, 28 October
1945, 8:30 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
Sunday, a day
of rest. For a couple of weeks, everyday
has been Sunday. I wouldn't mind a busy
Monday for a change. Most of the
officers were a sorry mess this morning.
Such hangovers. Personally I felt
fine and gave them all the ha, ha.
It rained on
and off all day so we just lay around in our hut, played a little cribbage and
read. As you can see, not very much to
write about.
The enclosed
snaps will give you an idea of what happened to the Ocelot. This set of eight cost me $5.00, so hold on
to them. If anyone should want a copy
have a negative made up and more prints run off.
We just got
back from the movies. We saw "Here
Comes Kelly." Why I sat through it
a second time I'll never know except there was nothing else to do.
No news. There is lots of talk about most installations
on Okinawa folding up within the next thirty days. Scuttlebutt usually has some basis, but I
don't go for that kind of stuff anymore.
I'll sign off
for now and hope that in a day or two I'll have some good news to write about
for a change. Goodnight Darling.
Love,
Gil
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