Showing posts with label Dr. Doughty. Show all posts
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Corpsman Cleans Teeth





AMERICAN RED CROSS


Wednesday 8 March 1944, 1530 o'clock

Dear Eleanor,

          And another busy day.  I did twenty fillings and a treatment.  I got tired and put my corpsman to work cleaning teeth.  As long as my chair is in use I can take it easy.

          Nothing panned out on the ad I ran.  Guess I'll run another for the rest of this week and see what happens.

          Another man, Dr. Matson, who had been here six months got orders to go to Port (I don't know how to spell it) at Oxnard for duty with the Sea Bees.  Things seem to be moving right along.

          Was wakened last night a little after midnight by some dope who had been suffering for three days and "just couldn't wait any longer." You see I stood watch at the clinic.  Earlier in the evening I went to the movies and saw "See Here Private Hargraves."  A very amusing picture.

          Dr. Doughty is coming back with me Friday night so maybe we'll leave early.

          The "Padre" was in here trying to convert some of the boys and we had a lot of good natured kidding.

          Adios my Sweet until I phone you tonight.

Love,

Gil


         


3 hour 15 minute Drive from Santa Monica to San Diego









AMERICAN RED CROSS
Monday 6 March 1944, 1200

Dearest,
          Had a nice easy trip back--3 hrs. and 15 min.  Talked to Dr. Doughty this morning.  He has decided that he likes his shift now so no change there.  I also phoned the newspaper and there isn't even one response on both ads.  Guess you'll have to try the Los Angeles Examiner.
          I really enjoyed the sandwiches and everybody came around.  All wished they had a wife who could fix them something for lunch once in awhile.  One of the corpsmen had a birthday Saturday; his mother sent him a big spice cake which he disposed of without any trouble.
          I am now biding my time till some of the fellows return from lunch.  Then I'll play some volley ball.  Tonight we are all going to the Dental Meeting (after dinner).
          There really isn't much more I can say--it's only fourteen hours since I left home nine of which were spent driving and sleeping.  The rest working.
          Kiss my girls for me. A real big one for you too.  Isn't it nice to know that by next weekend you'll be well and raring to go again?
          'Til tomorrow.
Your lover,
Gil
         


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