Thursday, 15 November
1945, 10:45 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
Well here I
am again or should I say still. Nothing
new, nothing different, nothing definite.
Tomorrow I'm going down to the ship to see if I can sell the captain and
some other gold braid into sending me home since I'm not doing a damn thing
anyway.
Today has
been another long, inactive day. I lay
around all morning. Just before noon the
chaplain from Service Division 104 came over to see me and inquire how we were
getting along. Of course we've only been
on the beach for five weeks, but suddenly he found time to look us up. When he left he had concluded that we were
doing fine. Besides everybody wants to
go home so why should we be different.
No mail today
so that concludes my report for now. Oh
yes I did go to the movies. The picture
should not have been released. It was
"Penthouse" something or other.
Who cares?
Goodnight Sweetheart,
Gil
Typhoon Survivors from the Ocelot
Typhoon Survivors from the Ocelot
No comments:
Post a Comment