U.S.S. OCELOT
(IX-110)
c/o Fleet Post Office
San Francisco,
California
Tuesday, 6 November
1945, 8:30 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
Another day
gone but still no good news. There are
no jobs for any of us to do, yet no one is being released until he has enough
points. From the looks of things the
Commodore of Service Division 104, the big boss here, is only interested in one
thing and that is keeping his command as large as possible. Of course if all who had nothing to do were
sent home, the commodore wouldn't have much of a command and the service
division might get broken up. Then he'd be a captain instead of a commodore and
we can't have that.
I do hope
you've done some letter writing. When
the Navy is supposed to be cutting down, a good question is: why men should be
kept out here with nothing to do? As
long as I am in the Navy I'm not supposed to criticize the "holier than
thous" who blundered through the whole war and left it up to the reserves
to fight and win. They are out here
because it's their career. They can't
see why anyone should want to go home.
Today, as
usual, was spent loafing and reading.
Tonight's move was "The Gay Senorita" with Jinx Falkenberg, a
story about Olvera Street in Los Angeles.
The story itself was poor but the music and dancing made it excellent
entertainment. I enjoyed every minute of
it.
I'm enclosing
some more snaps. No negatives will be
available so please take good care of them.
Wish I could
say something to cheer you up, but I just can't. I've let you down so many times now that
until I actually have my orders in my hand I won't say a thing.
No more for
now Darling, so I'll sign off. I love
you.
Sadly,
Gil
Unknown if these are the snaps that were enclosed
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