Showing posts with label commodore. Show all posts
Showing posts with label commodore. Show all posts

Censorship Ain't No Mo

U.S.S. OCELOT (IX-110)
c/o Fleet Post Office
San Francisco, California
Tuesday 4 Sept 1945, 9:30 PM

Dearest Eleanor,
          Hello Honey, the lid is off.  Censorship ain't no mo?  Fire away.
          Briefly here is what happened when we got to Pearl.  Commodore Carter, Commander of Service Squadron Ten was looking for a flagship and since the Ocelot had no definite duty to perform, she was it.  For nine weeks we lay along the dock while the shipyard equipped the ship for his duty.  A service squadron has the duty of supplying food, clothes, ammunition, fuel, personnel and anything else you can think of to the fleet.  The Ocelot was the floating headquarters and we housed about 85 officers and 700 men on our ship.  Squadron 10 grew by leaps and bounds and soon there were several divisions functioning at Eniwetok, Ulithi, Leyte, Saipan and Okinawa.  When Commodore Carter went back to the states, Rear Admiral A. E. Smith relieved him as Commander of Squadron Ten.  In addition, Service Division 101 under Commodore Du Val also was established aboard.  Now that the war is over, the Squadron is breaking up.  101 is going to China and Korea and Squadron 10 to Okinawa and then Japan.
          Here's the good news.  The Ocelot is very old and has no place in a peacetime Navy.  There are many newer vessels suitable for flag ships.  Admiral Smith has asked for another and is supposed to get it within thirty days.  Further the Ocelot has no heating in crews' quarters and isn't suited for duty in a cold climate.  So the scuttlebutt is that as soon as the Squadron gets its new flag ship we'll go back to the U.S. for decommissioning.
          I've never even intimated it before but we did have a few visitors while we were in Ulithi.  I saw a tanker torpedoed and sunk about 2000 yards from our ship.  One night before the movies while we were singing Red River Valley, two Jap planes flew overhead.  We all cussed them out thinking they were our own.  The reason for the cursing was that they were flying very low and without lights.  Anyway the Randolph, a carrier, was about 1000 yards astern. Suddenly one of the planes dove and the whole anchorage lit up.  There were numerous casualties but the ship was repaired and back in action in two weeks.  We've had other lesser excitements but we came through OK.  I'm surprised you never read about it in the Outlook.  Dave saw the item about it which was broadcast by Tokyo Rose. He cut it out and sent it to me.  He hoped you hadn't seen it and didn't call your attention to it lest you worry unnecessarily.
          So much for that.  Today was quite a busy day for me but no dentistry, just collateral duties.  We are slated to leave for Okinawa on the 7th and it'll take 5 to 6 days to make the run.  We will be anchored in Buckner Bay so if Leon does ship out tell him to look for me.  The Ocelot is a famous ship and anyone who has seen duty in the West Pacific knows about her. He shouldn't have any trouble finding it.
          Just think Darling in another month or six weeks I may be homeward bound.  I get so excited just thinking about coming home to you and the kids that I wonder how I'll act when the thought becomes a reality.  
          We had a good movie tonight.  Gary Cooper and Loretta Young in "Along Comes Jones" was it and quite good.
          I got five letters and a card all from you but they were marked the 22nd and 23rd of August.  I've already received some of the 25th so all the news was old.  By now you are home and I hope the stay up at Lake Arrowhead was real nice.  Yes Dear we have a honeymoon to go on and I hope it's real soon.  I'm a lousy writer of love letters but when I get back I'll prove personally that I'm no amateur.
          So Sweet, I'll sign off.  Goodnight and pleasant dreams.
Love
Gil


Outlook Article About Bombing of the Randolph 














Commodore Relieved by Rear-Admiral

Lieut. Gilbert Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Thursday 28 June 1945, 7:20 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
          Hello my Sweet.  Just as usual, here I am.  Had quite a busy morning with several emergencies and also saw three patients this afternoon.  Then I made up another bracelet and will send it to Ethyl.  I don't have a clasp but I'm sure Doc will be able to put one on.  Then I showered and changed for chow.  After eating I played cribbage with the captain and two other officers.
          In a letter I received a couple of days ago, you asked me a question that I forgot to answer.  The commodore is the commander of the flag aboard our ship or I should say "was" until he was recently relieved by a rear-admiral.
          I received two letters and a card from you dated the 19th and 20th of June.  Not bad service.
          I agree with you.  Linda's drawings are excellent and show real talent.  I'll save them.  You mention a photo proof that is enclosed but no photo.  Guess you forgot to enclose it.
          I'm sorry you are feeling blue again.  It does seem like you feel like that periodically concurrent with you periods.  Would you like me to rub your back?  When I come home, I promise to do that for you any time you wish.
          Don't worry about me falling down ladders or hatches.  I never get that tight.  I'm very careful and quite agile (for an old man).
          Tomorrow, if I can get a boat for my own use, I'll run over to see Sol again.  It's quite a way from here and it'll mean tying up the boat for a whole afternoon.
          That is all for now so I'll sign off.  Oh yes the movie is another oldie, "Lucky Jordan" with Alan Ladd, but I'll go to see it anyway.
          Goodnight my darling until tomorrow, I am still
Your loving husband,
Gil







Farewell Dinner for Commodore Carter

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Saturday 9 June 1945, 10:15 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
          Hello Sweet, how's my darling tonight?  For myself I'm still at it.  Worked as usual this morning and even took care of a couple of patients this afternoon.  Then I worked some more on the gadget I'm making for you. I wrecked it so now I'm starting all over again.  I'll still try to finish tomorrow.
          We had a special farewell dinner tonight for the commodore and after chow the captain invited the doctor and me to join him and the commodore in a game of cribbage until movie time. The picture tonight was an oldie I had seen in San Diego.  It was "Sensations of 1945" with Eleanor Powell.  However there was lots of good music and entertainment in it.  I enjoyed it just as much as the first time.  Do you remember the circus we attended in San Diego?  Well the whole troupe was featured in the movie.
          There was no mail for me again today so I'm really hoping for the jackpot tomorrow.
          Although the weather out here was supposed to be just as hot and sticky as our last station, so far it has been more comfortable.  We have frequent rains but the best part of the deal is that it is overcast a great deal of the time so the sun doesn't beat its rays down on us all day long.  I sure hope it keeps up.
          Honey, I forgot to mention when I wrote about my tour of the town that I saw about five dental offices and one doctor's office.  The next time I go into town I'm going to pay a call on one or two of the dentists and see how they practice out here.  The most amazing thing, however, was the abundance of beauty parlors.  They are so Americanized that the signs all have picture of American women on them rather than native women.
          One of our officers fell down an open hold and broke his leg and wrists.  Prior to evacuation back to the states, he is over on a hospital ship.
          That's all the dope for tonight.  Goodnight Darling, gee how time is dragging this month.  Wish I'd get busy again.  Bye again Sweet and I'll see you in my dreams.
Loving you always,
Gil


Undated message from the Commodore below. The article in Wikepedia appears to have the wrong date for his departure.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/USS_Cascade_(AD-16)#A_Personal_Message_from_the_Commodore_to_all_hands_in_Service_Squadron_10