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Liberty Party Caught in Pour Down

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Monday 7 May 1945, 7:20 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
          A real easy day for a change.  I had patients all morning but I was able to take my time and not have to work fast.  After lunch I took a liberty party ashore and returned to the ship at 4:45.  As usual on our way back we got caught in a pour down and by the time I got aboard I was drenched to the skin.  However, a nice shower and change of clothes and I was ready for dinner.  After eating we sat up on the poop deck getting the cool evening breeze and after "colors" I came down for our little daily chat.
          The mail brought me four letters from you, one from Ethyl and a return on the sixth lesson of my course.  My grade was 3.96.  Your letters are postmarked the 25th and 27th.  I'm missing some days so I guess there'll be more tomorrow.  Now here goes.
          Looks like you got only got one day of teaching that week but sounds like you enjoyed it.  Your letter made me much happier because you morale is up for a change and your outlook a little brighter.  Try and stay that way for me.
          Just as I thought, you should have gone to the Sipper's.  Everyone isn't as formal and you are and I'm sure they expected you.
          The Mothers' Day gifts should arrive on time and I hope you like them.  Besides all told, they set me back $19, so I know you'll like them.
          I can hardly wait for the photos of Linda.  Looks like both kids are doing okay on bonds but just the same I'll send  birthday bond money for Norma.
          So Marty and Manny had a spat.  Boy oh boy, local politics are sure getting hot.  They were such good friends too.  You guessed it; the whole thing worries me--not.
          I know all about where to write and what to ask for.  The only thing is that there are only a few dentists at the hospital but many medics.  Anyway we'll try.  Cyril Gail is there now.  I read that in a Dental Bulletin I got.
          Tonight's movie is "National Velvet" and I must go now and get a good seat.  Goodnight Sweet and pleasant dreams.
Love,
Gil


Liberty party going ashore

The nightly movie


          

Watches Repaired

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Friday 13 April 1945, 6:45 PM
My Darling,
          Hello Honey, here is your old drunken husband again.  Began the day with work as I always do.  This being Friday, I had the afternoon open so Alexander could hold "field day."  He did a lot of scrubbing. Everything looks nice and clean.
          After lunch I begged a boat and six of us went ashore for a wee bit of recreation.  We had a camera along and if we were sober enough there should be some good snaps.  We got back at 5:45 just in time for dinner and after eating--why here I am.
          I got both of my watches back today.  One was cleaned; the other had a new mainspring put in.  Both repairs cost me $7.70.  Not bad, eh?
          Much to my surprise I got five letters today.  Look dear, you must snap out of it.  Hearing that you are lonesome and unhappy makes me feel twice as bad.  How's about it?  Let's get busy and keep busy, huh?  OK. It's a deal.
          Send me a list of arrears accounts, addresses and date of last payment.  I'll drop each of them a note.  Maybe I can bring in the balance due.
          I'll look for those maps.  Those in the atlas I have are too small and not detailed enough.
          So you don't like teaching at Lincoln Junior High.  The kids must be "bitches." My, my, such language!
          I'll try to get a pen for you if there are any left.  I really am enjoying mine.
          Your ice cream diet is interesting, but I'll leave it alone. Guess I'll eat and grow fat until I find some means of exercising.
          You are going through lots of money but with your added income we should be breaking even (I hope).  Anyway, what's money?
          Tonight's movie is "Pan Americana," with I don't know who.  It's a new picture so I can't tell much about it until after I've seen it.
          I wrote Marty earlier in the day.  So much for now.  Good night, Sweet.  I'll see you in my dreams.
Loving you always,
Gil


Types

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Wednesday, 11 April 1945, 7:15 PM
My Dearest,
          How are you today Sweet?  I'm just the same.  Fat, sassy, and working all the time.  Had my usual busy morning but was through by 11:15.  Then I received nine letters, seven from you, one from Marty and one from your mother.  It was lunch time before I was through reading them.
          Gee the maps are swell.  When you send me some more art corners I'll be able to place them in my album.
          This afternoon was spent on my paper work and it was 4:30 before I was through.  I still have several afternoons of book work before my records and reports will be all up to date.
          Now back to my mail.  So many questions.  Alexander types my courses for me.  He is my corpsman.  No don't send the snaps back.  I don't have the negatives so I wouldn't want to lose them.  Besides I'll always be able to fill in the names for you at a later date.
          It's funny but you and I are both thinking the same about my office down to the shells, fish and furnishings.  I have quite an assortment of shells and I'm adding to my collection all the time.
          Thanks for telling me all about Easter.  I enjoyed every word of it though it did make me feel a little homesick to think of what I'm missing.  Sounds like a lot of changes in Santa Monica.  Suppose they're all making money too fast to spend it.
          Leon wrote and told me about the move to Treasure Isle.  I must answer in a day or two.
          Sounds like you're going through a pile of dough.  Take it easy gal.  The fur coat can wait until fall now that winter is over.  $700 worth of fixing on the house sounds like a hell of a lot of dough.  However as usual I'll close by saying use your own judgment.
          Didn't we see the Dunham Dancers once? They sure sound familiar.
          No, the Dental Corps is not separate from the Medical Corps.  It's just that we do our own administrative work rather than have the Medical Corps handle it.  Just a lot of extra work with no more independence than before.
          I didn't get any clipping about the new dental clinic.  Dr. Webster applied to the Navy when I did, but didn't pass physically.  He is a pretty nice guy and used to be a school dentist.
          The car is certainly costing now, but then again you haven't had to spend much on it since I shipped out.
          Sorry the Arrowhead deal fell through.  Maybe you'll have a much pleasanter holiday in the late summer or early fall.  Keep your fingers crossed.
          There is no use my talking to the doctor here.  See Lewis if you're not feeling well.  However you did consult a doctor at the hospital in Diego didn't you? However if anything is bothering you you'd be better off getting some professional advice.  Go ahead and see him.  You don't need my permission.
          This morning I began to shave and my shaver broke.  Well I got some screw drivers, took the damn thing apart, soldered a broken spring and it's as good as new.  I could use a new head for my Schick.  Get one from Marty and send it on.
          The movie tonight is Rosalind Russell in "Roughly Speaking" and is rated very good.
          I must dash now as it's almost that time.  Good night Honey, I'll see you in my dreams.
Love and kisses,
Gil


Lots of snaps ("maps")--Eleanor,Eleanor and Deb,and Dave 









Food Problem Acute


Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, FPO San Francisco
Wednesday 4 April 1945, 7:15 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
          Here is your hard working husband again.  Spent the morning and early part of the afternoon with patients.  Until 4:30 I worked up the monthly mess statement. Everything is all balanced and out of the way for another month.
          Then I took the book " Burma Surgeon" went up on the poop deck and got the sun until 5:15.  After a refreshing shower, I censored some mail and dressed for dinner.  Following dinner I collected the mess bills from the officers and now here I am.
          Thirteen is my lucky number. That is how many pieces of mail I got today.  I got seven letters from you, an Easter card from Norma and you, a letter from your mother, a card from mine and a letter from Leon and one from Ambie.        
          Ambie is at the St. Albans Hospital in Long Island.  He will be there for four to six weeks but actually will be home all of that time.  All he has to do is put in an appearance Saturday morning for Captain's Inspection and his home is only 1 1/2 hours from there so he goes home.  He says the reason he didn't say much to you was because you were talking over a phone.  Suggest you write him at the hospital.
          Now your mail.  They must not be too hard up for teachers if they let Mrs. Olsen go. Was she extra "lousy?" Anyway no need to worry, you could always make the grade but will never need to.
          I'm glad that Linda's throat is better and hope soon to hear that there is nothing wrong with her eyes either.  Gee I wish I were home so you would have me to share your worries and other things too.
          That Arrowhead deal doesn't sound so hot.  Be sure if you do take a place it is comfortable and close to the village.
          I would like "Earth and High Heaven" but I hate to see you spend the dough.  As you please dear.  Guess I'll get it by return mail!
          I'm well rid of my rash.  The sun is the best remedy for it.
          The food problem must be acute.  They've even ask us out here to cut down.
          Did you finally get to see "Our Hearts Were Young and Gay?"  It is very amusing and I hope you did see it finally.
          I'm not worried about competition.  I'll let Earl B join all the organizations but I'm planning to make new contacts that he can't have access to.
          It's time for the movie so I'll shove off now and finish afterwards.  Don't go away!
9:45 PM
          Hello Dear, still with me?  Just got back from the movie we had Deanna Durbin in "Must Keep Singing" and though she sings though the whole movie, I thought it was rather poor.
          Now back to your letters.  The Navy must be pretty short on medical officers.  Dr. Travis only had two months of stateside duty before he was shipped out.  He is from Minnesota.  We have an extra doctor aboard on temporary duty.  He had one month in San Diego before he was sent out.  He's married to a Venice girl by the name of Ferguson.  However he practiced in Arizona and his family (wife and three kiddies) are now in Frisco.  His name is Dr. Law.  So you see it is possible that Jim will ship out soon.  I'm glad that the dental officer problem is not so acute.
          By the way, the last time I was ashore I ran into a Dr. Love (dentist) who was in Diego the same time I was and reported aboard a carrier in September.  He is an Los Angeles man.
          The photos of the kids are swell, but I'm still looking for a few snaps of you.
          Yes I remember Greenfield quite well.  What is he doing now, do you know?  Sorry you didn't feel so good when you went out with Marty and Ruby.  We haven't had "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn" but should soon.
          I'm glad my mail is coming through fast and regular.  Wish the same was true at this end but it isn't.  It's very sporadic as you can tell from my letters.
          Of course I mean Kosher dills. We have plenty of the others aboard.
           I'll give you the word when to close out the Diego account. As I explained in a previous letter, I've already arranged for the check to go to Santa Monica. We must be sure that the change has gone through before we do close the account in question.
          The bonds I've recommended come in $100, $500, and $1,000 denominations, so you can buy less if you think a larger purchase will run you a little short.
          That's a date for our 15th.  Anyplace you say, just as long as we're together.  Darling. I've already sent you a $100 money order for Linda so do it up nice for me.
          Your guess about us and the shots was correct but the best laid plans of mice and men often go astray.  We "ain't" going anyplace for a while yet.
          Your day at Ruth's sounds like a real nut house.  However it always was so why expect any different.  Your mother sure puts up with a lot, too.  God only knows why.
          Course I mind if you cry awhile.  Save those pretty eyes and keep them sparkling just for me.  Besides crying never corrected anything, but then I'm not a woman.  Maybe I'd do the same if I were.  Well OK then have your little cry and then wipe your eyes and smile, please.  That's better.  Just the way I like it.  Now don't change.
          I've rattled along enough dear so I'll sign off.  Good night, Sweet I'll see you tomorrow.
Love
Gil
P.S.    Forward the enclosed questionnaire, dear.  It's taken a long time to reach me and may not do Ross any good but anyway send it on.  Bye again Honey.
Gil


Star Was Dennis Day


Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Monday, 26 March 1945, 10:30 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
          This has been one busy day. Believe it or not this is the first free time I've had since I got up this morning.
          I worked all morning and at 12:30 I took a liberty part of eighty-eight men ashore for a little recreation.  It rained most of the afternoon and by the time we got back to the ship at 5:15 we were all thoroughly soaked.
          I peeled off my wet clothes and after a hot shower dressed for dinner.  Just as I finished eating the exec informed me that Claude Thornhill and his show had been obtained for us for tonight and to get ready.
          The first lieutenant got his carpenters together and a small platform stage was rigged. I got the electricians busy on lighting and got our PA system hooked up.  For a backdrop we hung a number of colorful signal flags.  We were all ready at 7:45 and that was really making time.
          I met the entertainers on the quarterdeck and took them below.  As I wrote before Jackie Cooper, Bobby Riggs (Mary Lou imitator of the radio) and several others are in the show.  Claude Thornhill was an arranger for Castellanez (?spelling) as well as a band leader in his own right.  His musicians are taken from many well known bands such as Goodman, Weeks, and others.  The star attraction was Dennis Day and he really is good.  He is an ensign. After the show he came up to the wardroom and we sat around and talked until his boat came for him.  By the way, after the show we served ice cream to all hands.  Now here I am.
          I hit the jackpot today.  This morning, I got eight letters from you and one from your mother. When I came down to my office to write to you a few minutes ago I found two V-mails that came this afternoon, one from Libby and the other from Edward Rubin of the B'nai B'rith.
          Linda is getting to be quite the young lady.  Movies on Saturday, dancing school and soon the piano.  Well I'm hoping to be there when she starts in the fall.
          You mention Sophie and Fay several times.  Are they the two service wives you recently met?  Anyway I'm glad you've found some new congenial acquaintances.
          Such dreams!  I have only one girl friend and you know who she is.  No matter where I go when I get back my three girls are all going there with me.
          What about my girls' Mommy?  Well gee whiz can't you wait and be surprised?  If you can't you'll have to anyway.
          So Jerry and Marty are still feudin'.  Well it's a small world with many "small" people.
          "The Angels Sing" and "A Song to Remember" are both very enjoyable and I'm glad you got to see them.
          I didn't know Dr. Lewis was back.  Guess one of your letters telling me more about it will bounce in one of these days.
          I can't tell you what kind of shots we got but it really doesn't matter now, does it?
          I really didn't enjoy the American Weeklies much.  Really, I have plenty of reading matter so please don't send any more unless there are some novelty books or magazines you think I'd enjoy.
          The Coast Guard pharmacist you mentioned--does he know the Ocelot or is he just speaking generally?  Don't let it get you down dear.  He could be wrong.
          Well this has been a long winded letter.  I hope I didn't tire you out.  I'll sign off now as it's 11:20 and I should turn in.
          Good night Sweetheart and the next time dream about us being together.
Loving you always,
Gil

Male Entertainers

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, FPO San Francisco
Wednesday 21 March 1945, 7:15 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
          Had my usual busy morning.  Worked until 11:30 and then found I was through for the day.
          After lunch I decided to join a few others and went ashore.  While there we enjoyed a troupe of  travelling Navy entertainers.  The band was led by Claude Thornhill and there were several stage, screen and radio personalities in the show (all male).  Jackie Cooper who played the drums, and the radio personality "Betty Lou" were the headliners.  We expect to have the whole show on the ship in a few days.
          We got back in time for a  last chow.  After eating we enjoyed a pretty sunset.  Now, here I am.
          I got four letters this morning and four this afternoon. Except for my mother and Libby they were all from you.
          I'm glad that the affair at the Deauville Club was such a big success.  Of course I really expected it with you in charge.
          I'm glad you finally got to see "To Have and Have Not."  Its funny your thinking it was slow.  I thought it was OK, but then we didn't see it together.
          I'm sorry to hear that Dick is unhappy.  Making the best of a situation is important. There is plenty I could "bitch"(gripe) about.  Yet I find it is just as well to take things as they come.
          I'm surprised about Linda and her enlarged tonsil.  Don't do anything about it until I get back unless absolutely necessary.  I do hope she gets over her present indisposition soon. Dr. Kinney is OK.  See him is necessary.  His nurse, Mrs. Middledorf, is an ex patient of mine and should help out.
          I wondered about Leon's new job but a later letter cleared the matter up for me.
          I don't know why all the worry about a salami.  Several have been received and all in good shape.  Just wrap it well and let me do the worrying.
          You are still too sensitive and your sisters still don't understand.  Just wait until Dave ships out and I get back.  Bet you'll just drool over Deb and her problems.  Still that is your way and I wouldn't have you any different.
          Yes dear. You are right.  I don't give a damn about all the stuff that is happening in Santa Monica.  It all seems so unimportant and far away.  Hence, no remarks!
          I do reread you letters but who cares if Ruby presided well or Marty pulled a fast one on B.J.
          If you feel so strongly about a lot look around and let me know what you find. (For a home, not an office, of course).
          Libby's cheapness has reached a new high.  Now she writes V-mail letters instead of airmail. I'll take my time answering too.
          It is late and time for the movie so I'll dash and finish later.  Goodbye for now Sweet!
10:00 PM
          Hello darling, here I am back again.  The picture tonight was "Murder My Sweet" with Dick Powell, Anne Shirley, and Claire Trevor.  It was so mixed up the whole story is hazy and I can't blame it all on the beer I had today either.
          I just reread my letter so far and hope you can make it out.  My, what scribbling!
          From the sound of things Leon's outfit must be tied up with the Marines. Otherwise why the rugged training? Anyway he can have it.  Give me any ship, but preferably the U.S.S. America, for duty.
          Out here there is nothing new to write about. The war news sounds good and I'm still optimistic for an early peace.
          No more for now Sweet.  I sign off with love, hugs, and kisses for you and our girls.
Your devoted,
Gil


Kamakaze Buzzed the Ocelot and Bombed the Carrier Rudolph

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Tuesday 13 March 1945, 7:30 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
          How are you tonight darling?  Swell.  So am I.  I miss you and the girls just as you miss me.
          Today was just another day.  Worked all morning and part of the afternoon and secured (quit) at 2:45.  There were some doctors from other ships aboard who coaxed me to go ashore with them, but it would have been past 3:30 before we got there and that is too late to get started.  I like to be back aboard by 5:30 so I said, "no."
          Instead I went up on the poop deck for thirty-five minutes of sunshine.  Then I retired to my room.  I censored a stack of mail and then read until 5:15 when I showered and changed for dinner.
          After chow we were standing on deck enjoying the breeze and sunset when a rain squall came along and drove us to cover.  However it only lasted a few minutes and we all came back to finish our regular evening routine.  Now here I am.
          I got three letters today, four from you and one from your mother.  Talking about letters I wrote eight besides yours in the past two days.  Soon I'll be all caught up.
          You never did send Sol's address to me.  There is a good chance of my seeing him if I know what ship he is on.  If you haven't done so be sure to include it in your next letter.
          I'm surprised at the Lindenbaums.  I'd never expected them to call on you after so long.  On rereading you letter I see you met him at dancing school.  Well he always was friendly or should I say "smooth."  That probably is more the word for him.
          Dick may never be sent to Europe but may come out this way.  By the time his training is over, Germany should be licked and all army will be coming out to the Pacific theater.  Don't you worry none about him, army life and discipline will do him good.
          When I get back I'm spending my time with my special girl.  The Corsos don't have a chance and even the family will wait until we come up for air so to speak.
          So Ruby is still complaining?  Well if Marty didn't expend so much energy in other places he might be able to do her some good.
          Traveling long distances for vacations certainly doesn't sound very patriotic.  I'm afraid if some of our 100% Americans and patriots could hear some of the opinions and ideas of both officers and men about their actions at home, their ears would burn plenty.  Maybe they'd spend a few wakeful nights thinking.  Oh well nuff said on that subject.
          There is another appendectomy coming up which I'm going to be on so I'll have to hurry because they're about ready to begin.  Good night my Sweet, until tomorrow.
Yours always,
Gil

Chief Engineer Fell Down a Ladder

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Thursday 8 March 1945, 10:15 PM
My Darling,
          This is the end of another busy day.  Worked all morning again and it was 11:45 before I was through.
          After lunch I relaxed and read the morning's mail.  I got four letters from you postmarked February 8, 10 and two on the 28th.  I also got a short note from Leon.
          At one o'clock I went down and sat in on a court marshal.  At two I had my wardroom mess statement audited, after which I returned to the court marshal.  However it was too hot so at three I gave up and came topside.
          Then I went to my room and read until 5:30 when I showered and dressed for dinner.  I was tired all afternoon and finally decided that the shot I got this morning (yes, another one) must be giving me a mild reaction.  Oh well in the morning I'll probably wake up fresh as a daisy.
          The movie tonight was "A Song to Remember" with Paul Muni and Merle Oberon and is a story of the short but productive life (musically speaking) of Frederick Chopin.  You must see it if you haven't already.
          Excuse me for a minute.  Somebody fell on his face and I've got to go.
          Well, all is well that ends well.  The chief engineer fell down a ladder in the engine room and hit his jaw.  However X-rays show no break so outside of a sore face for a couple of days he'll be OK.
          Now your letter. The 8th and 10th are about Mary and Willie and I've said my piece about them.  I do hope she either quits taking poison and then changing her mind or takes something quick acting and gets it over with.  Callous aren't I?  Yet I don't know why they bring all their troubles to you. I don't like it.  I see you are teaching again. Well after a week's layoff you're probably glad to be called again and the color of the money looks good too, I'll bet.
          I owe the lodge a letter. Joe Orenstein wrote me and I'll answer through him.  On second thought I'll write him and the lodge as well.  Last night I dropped a line to Marty and Ruby but I bet I don't hear from them for a long time.
          Glad to hear you are active as program chairman for the Auxiliary.  I am looking forward to the clippings you say are coming.
          I liked the poetry of Sara Teasdale. More please!  Don't send any funny papers somehow I didn't enjoy them as much as I thought I would.
          Glad to hear you're getting all dolled up.  It'll give you a lift and believe me I can tell just how you feel by just reading your letters.
          So darling, no more for tonight.  If I was home now we would both have a "nite nite snack" after the movie.  I feel like it.  Then to bed, listening to the radio---?
          Good night Sweetheart until tomorrow.
Love,

Gil

"Horse Ovaries" and Animules"

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Saturday 24 February 1945, 7:15 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
          Hello Sweet, here I am again.  Today was just another day as usual.  Worked all morning and finished up at 11:25.  Went up to my room and washed up for lunch.  The mail brought five letters today, four from you and one from your mother.  Yours were marked 11 and 15, so 12, 13, and 14 are still due.
          After lunch I censored some mail and extracted a tooth. Then four of us went ashore to celebrate a birthday.  We had plenty to drink but returned all secure and put away a nice steak dinner.
          Last night's movie, "Experiment Perilous," was OK, see it.  Tonight we have "Enter Arsene Lupin" but I don't have much hope for it.
          This afternoon when I got back to the ship I found some more mail.  A package from you with "vitamin pills," American Weeklies, and Pictorial Reviews, a Journal of the Southern California Dental Society, Alumni Association Magazine and American Dental Association Bulletin made up my total bag.  Please don't send any more reading material except for books.  We have oodles of magazines, etc.  Also no more candy.  I now have two full boxes and the bulk of the "vitamin pills" you sent .How about some sardines, anchovies and other stuff suitable for "horse ovaries." Now your mail.
          As I've written before Marty sent me a program from the Center banquet.  I do hope Dave makes warrant officer but I'll believe it only when I see it.  I've heard enough about Mary and Willie and their troubles.  How about a new episode?      
          Ruth and Harry have no one to blame for Dick but themselves.  Leon is no model to hold up to any growing boy but I doubt that he had very much influence on Dick.  All I can say is yapity, yapity, yap, baloney!
          I see you got called to teach again.  With all these calls you should be able to get by without digging into our account much (I hope).
          I'm glad that Linda is through with her thumb sucking.  As a matter of fact, from your letters I gather that she has become quite a young lady.  Wish I could be there to see her and Norma and you too!!  Those pictures of the kids before the Xmas tree were swell though they could have been clearer.  But then who am I to complain.  I played back the recording you sent and had the same trouble as with the previous ones.  Please cut the records deeper and play them back before sending them.  Then the grooves will be more defined and the roll of the ship won't cause the playback arm to jump across the record and ruin it.
          You seem to have the impression that there is a naval base with all the refinements of civilization here.  Well there isn't.  Wish I could get you some hose, but all I could get would be men's cotton ones and I don't think you'd wear them.  The same goes for valentines, there just ain't no such animule.
          So honey I'd better sign off.  All this rattle and prattle probably doesn't make much sense but blame it on the drinks I had ashore.
          Bye, my darling, if you were here or I were there we'd sure have fun tonight.  See you in my dreams.
Love,
Gil

Today's Landing on Iwo Jima

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Monday 19 February 1945, 7:30 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
          Just another day on the Ocelot.  Saw a few patients this morning and then the mail brought three letters.  Two were from you.  Another was the announcement about the Community Center Banquet at the Deauville with two short lines from Marty.  Some day I'm really going to tell that guy off.
          Both of your letters are of the 9th so there is still a break in the continuity.  I've even had a letter written later.  I got a kick out of the two snaps you enclosed.  I noticed that all three of you are showing off the gifts I sent you.  But Dave was the photographer.  Who else could take pictures underexposed and out of focus.  Oh well, better luck next time.
          I hope you aren't going to let Mary and her troubles bother you.  After all, they left you alone with yours for quite soon time after I left so the h--- with them
          I'm glad you're going ahead with vacation plans.  It'll all work out for the best.  Yes the war news continues to be good and today's landing on Iwo Jima was long looked forward to by us.  Maybe the Japs will give up a lot sooner than the experts think.  A few more sustained blastings of Tokyo may wake those yellow skinned monkeys up.  Anyway I'm sure that Japan will be hanging on the ropes and ready to throw in the towel within a very few months.
          I, too, am wondering what became of some of those packages you sent.  The only possibility is that they weren't securely wrapped and may have fallen apart in handling and the address lost.  Then again they may show up most any time.
          The movie tonight is a repeat, "Going My Way" with Bing Crosby.  For lack of anything else to do I'll see it again.  We've sure been seeing oldies lately.  I do hope we get some new ones soon.
          Nothing more for now Sweet, so I'll close with love, kisses and hugs for my three girls.
Missing you all,

Gil



Article from the Honolulu Star-Bulletin regarding the invasion of Iwo Jima. Commodore Carter, commander of Squadron 10, was the flag aboard the U.S.S. Ocelot.



No Movie Because Amplifier Burned Out

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Thursday 1 February 1945, 9:15 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
          Hello darling, this has been a "bitch" of a day, but all is well that ends well.  I began this day with my regular appointments and was busy all morning.  After lunch I continued my regular work routine.  At 2:00 PM I began to examine some fifteen odd men who hadn't reported in for examinations when they were supposed to.
          After that I went to work on the wardroom statement.  First I was $40 short, then I was $65 ahead.  At 4:00 PM I gave up in disgust still some $60 ahead.  As I came on deck I ran into a few officers on their way ashore for a few drinks, so I grabbed my cap and became one of the party.
          We went ashore and spent the most pleasant couple of hours since we have been at this place and then we returned to the ship.
          The stewards fixed us a late snack and we even had some ice cream for dessert.  Someone brought it aboard to eat after the movies and we just got into it.
          By then it was movie time so we went up on deck.  But the amplifier had burned out. After waiting an hour it began to rain so we gave the whole thing up.
          Got one letter from you postmarked the 21st.  It is the one with Anne C's letter.  Sounds like she'll be glad when she gets back to Santa Monica.
          Now to your letter. "Meet Me in St. Louis" sounds OK. I hope we get it soon.  Hope you get to the Victory Ball though I'll bet you don't get in, in spite of Dave's uniform.
          Looks like the old feud of Marty versus Ben and Jerry goes merrily on.  I bet Marty wins.
          I'll look for "Immortal Wife" but I haven't heard anyone comment on that book.
          Mary and Willie will go right on.  Mary knew what the score was long ago.  No matter what she says now, she'll just have to make the best of a bad bargain.
          As you probably gathered by now, I'm a little high but really I don't care.  I feel much better than I did at 4:00 PM.
          Sweetheart, do you remember when for lack of anything better to do Saturday nights we'd get together with another couple and go to the Band Box for a sandwich and the "naughty" entertainment of Pete and Billy Snyder et al? Do Abbott and Costello still run that joint or did they give that up as a bad venture? Do you ever see the Posners?  Just wondering?
          Well darling I really should close and turn in.  Good night Honey with loads of love,
Your lonely,
Gil

Ocelot Has Best Eating

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Thursday 25 January 1945, 10:00 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
          Hello Sweetheart, I hit the jackpot again today, eighteen letters all at once.  They were all from you Sweet, except for one from your mother and mine and a thank note from one of my patients with thanks for the Xmas card.  Your mail was marked, 11, 12, 14, 16, and 18 of January.  I still don't know whether that package you got, but didn't open because the kids were still awake, was the one with the books.  Guess there are still some letters written on the 13th or 14th I haven't gotten, maybe tomorrow.
          Today was a busy day.  I worked all morning and this afternoon too, until 3:15 PM.  Then I went to my room and read from "Forever Amber" for awhile.  Censored some mail, showered and dressed for dinner.  After dinner we stood around on deck and talked.  Then I wrote a letter to the "Fearless Five."  By then it was time for the movies so I went.  We had "And Now Tomorrow" with Allan Ladd and Loretta Young and here I am.
          Now to your mail.  Sounds like Marty will put over that Center.  There should be plenty of money around and he'll get it.
          I'm really happy to hear that you are getting out and having a little fun.  That makes everything much easier to bear.
          Well dear the scuttlebutt is not so good now.  This time it's June but I do hope that it's wrong.  Anyway I'm still hopeful.
          Spanish mackerel is a good eating fish and someday I'll take you and our girls fishing.  That was a sweet card you sent me on my birthday dear and I miss you too.
          It is funny about Hy Kaplan. In the mail today I got a V-mail dated September 8 from my mother.  It was written for her by Norma Clark and properly addressed.  However the address was crossed out and indications of numerous searches of the file are recorded on the envelope.  Here's hoping for the best.
          Looks like your teaching is holding up OK.  After all two or three times a week is enough time for you to put in.  That gives you plenty of time to shop, take care of the house, and still not be too tired to go out for an evening.
          Alexander is not the same corpsman I had in San Diego.  It's just a coincidence of similar names.
          The chains you sent are both too short and too heavy for a necklaces.  If you can find longer ones send them on.  I'll work out the heavy part.  Soon you should have the two necklaces that I made for the kids and you'll see what I mean.
          Yes dear, our food is always as good as the menus indicate.  As a matter of fact the Ocelot has the reputation of being the best eating ship in this area and that covers a lot of water.
          The upper bunk in my room is empty now.  The new ensign moved into recently vacated quarters with two other officers.  Orders are still expected for two or three officers within the next thirty days.
          The pineapple story is interesting and new to me.  The Dole plant was very interesting.  I thought the censors cut my recount out of my letter to you.  Yes dear, we have a date to go back to Hawaii on our fifteenth anniversary.
          By the way, in the next package you send, throw in a few dime store earrings.  Have them heavy enough to hold a shell.  You'll be able to tell the size when you get the necklaces I sent on.
          Saw "Summer Storm" some time ago.  I enjoyed it a lot.  You mention something about Belle Hirsch's sister going to the dentist but I couldn't make out your writing.
          If the phone calls persist you might report it to the police.  It may be some youngster or it could be some guy calling Betty and hanging up when you answer.  But one can never tell.
          That sailor boy made a lot of guesses but he is way off the track.  Don't you worry about me Honey.
          Darling some of my "remembers" seem so far away and long ago.  Do you remember when I took on the Professional Bureau and you were provoked at my spending the $50 plus $17.50 per month?  After this is over I'll go back and pay them twice that fee if necessary and I bet you'll be their biggest rooter.
          I'm really all washed up now Sweet, so good night and pleasant dreams.
Love,

Gil

Sending a Souvenir From the Ship That Burned


Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart
          U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
             Monday 27 November 1944, 9:15 PM

My Dearest,

          Zowie, I hit the jackpot at last.  Eighteen letters today.  One from Libby, one from Ruth, fifteen from you, my Sweet, and a card that was on the ship that burned.  I am sending it back to you.  Keep it as a souvenir.

          Didn't do a lick of dentistry today.  Instead saw the completion of the cross-indexing of the library. Then did some experimenting endeavoring to find a way to make some projector slides.  We are going to have group singing before movies. Because we must not show too much light topside we are going to project the words on the screen.  Well I tried to x-ray film and glass a million different ways and then I discovered that plain strips of paper with words written or typed worked best of all.  We live and learn.

          This evening the movie was "Swingtime Johnny" with Harriet Hilliard and the Andrews Sisters.  This picture is the poorest excuse for entertainment that we've gotten in a long time.

          Now to your letters. OK dear I'll promise not to skip any more days in writing.  The reason I didn't hint about our departure was because censorship at that time was very rigid and even a suggestion would have been cut.  Al had promised to write but we expected to see each other before I shoved off and maybe that is why he delayed in writing.

          No dear I haven't done any fishing.  While we were underway we are moving too fast for trolling and because of something that happened here recently fishing won't be good for a while.

          That gadget I was making hasn't worked out so well but I got a new brainstorm so I'm going to try again.

          You do expect me to tell you a lot more than censorship permits.  I can't even hint at arrivals and departures nor locate our whereabouts even by suggestion.  Please be reasonable and don't keep asking for such information.  Now that I've chided you for the n-the time I'll continue.

          I wish I could take some pictures but where we are now there are no such things as civilians.  In fact even the natives have been removed.  All we see all day and all night is Navy and more Navy.

          So Marty is up to his old tricks again.  One of these days he's going to meet his match and there'll sure be hell a popping.  I just want to be around to enjoy the fireworks.

          Sorry about the wrist watch.  By now you have Edith's letter and you know the whole story.  No dear, I haven't received any gifts as yet. So far very little in the way of packages has been brought aboard.  The most recent letter I received took twelve days in coming and some of the mail dated back to the ninth so you see what mail is like out here.

          We'll be out for quite some time but there have been five transfers amongst officers since we arrived.  I have a hunch that before long all of us that came out will return to the good old U.S.  I've got my fingers crossed.

          I wish I could tell you about our discussions aboard but most is censorable and the rest is sex with a capital "S."

          Between your teaching and classes you seem to be filling out your time and getting a little pleasure out of it and I'm glad.  Get it all out of your system.  When I return you're going to have a new routine and it won't include classes and teaching.

          I'll send some more gum as soon as they break out some more Wrigley's.  Some of the other brands are lousy.

          Letters are taken off of passing ships but only from fighting vessels that are on patrol and do not make any port for months at a time.  These ships take on fuel, food, supplies and mail at sea.  Thank God I'm in a better spot than that and in more ways than one.

          Dear, I did enjoy all those clippings and your poetry.  Keep them coming.  There is one thing you can send that I can't buy out here.  Black rayon or silk socks (short).  All they have aboard are cotton or wool and mine are beginning to run.

          From the sound of things, Linda and Norma are developing so rapidly that I'll not know them when I return.  Well we'll get reacquainted and pick up from there.

          You seem to be having plenty of rain.  We have rain here daily, but it never lasts long though it does pour.  Still we ignore it and keep right on doing what we were doing.

          Hope you have fun at the race track and don't win too much money.  I'm not going to say any more about lodge activity.  You'll have to be your own judge there. As yet I haven't gotten my course or the letter you mention.  Guess it is lost.

          Well honey, here it is 10:00 o'clock, time for lights out and I'm not half through your letters.  I'm going to close this letter now and carry on with the rest of your mail in tomorrow's letter.

          Do you remember dear how I selected all your clothes? Now I can't do it.  Well after the war that is one change we'll institute.  Back to our old way of buying your clothes.  Is it a deal? Swell

          Good night dear, I'm going to sleep much better tonight.

Love,

Gil