Wednesday March 15,
1805 o'clock
Dearest Wife,
Just finished
talking to you and now I'm writing to you.
As I told you a few of us- Taylor, Gilman, Thompson and I went to the
dance last night. The dance was held at
Pacific Square, a ballroom as large as the BonTon. A navy band furnished the music. Admission was open only to Medical and Dental
Corps and associated services i.e. nurses, Waves, etc. There were lots of extra girls but I didn't
feel much like dancing. So, we sat
around and drank and felt pretty high by the end of the evening.
You asked
about my work. Well today a case was
sent to me that I began to turn down because I felt the treatment would be futile. However, when I was told that the Captain had
suggested the treatment I didn't have much choice but to accept the case. It's a treatment to be followed by surgery to
remove a large infected area. I'll do it
all myself. The fact that I've gotten at
least one such unusual case each day this week and that none of the other
doctors are getting any indicates to me that I may get some kind of break
here. As far as corpsman instructor, no
one has been chosen yet.
Tonight is my
duty night. It's my turn to sleep in
B.O.Q. so I'll turn in early and get a good night's sleep.
Please don't
let the way you feel get you down. I'm
certain this time everything is okedoke.
And this weekend we'll have a little more fun. From you letter it looks like you have a
pretty busy week--good!
I'll place
our ad tomorrow and keep my fingers crossed.
Love and kisses to
all,
Gil
