Saturday, 3 November
1945, 8:45 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
Another day
of waiting gone to hell. I was OD today
so I did have a few minor details to care for.
After lunch I took one of the boys, who had a bad tooth, over to the CBs
and fixed him up.
These days
are so much alike that there isn't a darn thing to write about. I'm still expecting something to break in a
day or so, but all we can do is wait.
Tonight's movie
"A Bell for Adano" was very good.
We had it aboard ship but somehow I missed it. I was ashore that night or something.
There was no
mail today so that is about all I've got to write about.
Goodnight Darling
I know how impatient you must be getting.
There isn't very much either you or I can do about it. I'm impatient too and keep day dreaming about
"us."
Love,
Gil
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