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Friday, August 18, 2017

Home for Xmas

Saturday, 17 November 1945, 8:30 AM
Dearest Eleanor,
     Good morning Sweet, how is my Darling this morning? Yesterday morning Leslie and I hitch-hiked down to the ship. I talked to the captain and convinced him that he ought to recommend that I be sent home now. We wrote a letter to CNOB explaining that my points would be up next month, that my dental equipment was destroyed and that I have been living ashore since October 9. They won't give me orders right away, but I will have them on December 1. That means I should be home for Xmas. In the mean time, bureau orders may come in and if they do I'll leave sooner. Because of past experiences, I hate to tell you not to write anymore, but once CNOB accepts the request for passage back to the United States for release, it is a certainty that I'll leave. The reason I wanted my blues was that I don't plan on spending any time in San Francisco. I could check in and out of the naval district in on day. If CNOB sends me back, chances are that I'll dock in Southern California and report to the Los Angeles Demobilization Center.
     Anyway I did lots of running around yesterday and when it is all via the thumb or legs you get pretty hot and tired. We got back to the camp hungry and dirty. After a hot shower and a few beers we ate chow.
     After chow we went to the movies. In addition to the picture "Three Strangers" with Sidney Greenstreet, Geraldine Fitzgerald and Peter Lore, we had a SSO (Special Security Office) stage show which lasted over one hour. The cast of army men must have been top-notch entertainers in civilian life. The movie was very unusual and I enjoyed it a lot.
     It was after eleven when we got back from the show. Everyone was tired and sleepy so I didn't bother to write until this morning. You certainly got all your facts mixed up but maybe it's better that way.
     I got two letters from you telling me about what you did and said to Patterson. Also I got a letter from your mother and the November Esquire.
     That is thirty for now Sweet, these next two weeks will really drag, but then I'll be on my way home. Bye for now.

Love,
Gil

Captain and Exec
USS Ocelot stern severed by the Nestor




Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Chaplain

Thursday, 15 November 1945, 10:45 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
     Well here I am again or should I say still. Nothing new, nothing different, nothing definite. Tomorrow I'm going down to the ship to see if I can sell the captain and some other gold braid into sending me home since I'm not doing a damn thing anyway.
     Today has been another long, inactive day. I lay around all morning. Just before noon the chaplain from Service Division 104 came over to see me and inquire how we were getting along. Of course we've only been on the beach for five weeks, but suddenly he found time to look us up. When he left he had concluded that we were doing fine. Besides everybody wants to go home so why should we be different.
     No mail today so that concludes my report for now. Oh yes I did go to the movies. The picture should not have been released. It was "Penthouse" something or other. Who cares?

Goodnight Sweetheart,
Gil

Typhoon Survivors from the Ocelot


Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Killed the Evening



Wednesday, 14 November 1945, 10:00 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
     Just another day with nothing new to go on. They've really gone to work stripping the ship, so maybe it'll be ready for decommissioning before long.
     The mail brought me two letters from dated the 7th and letters from your mother and Leon. That is one week service and that's pretty good. I have Leon's address. If I hit Frisco when I go back, I may call him. Having a car would help me get squared away and on my way home in one day.
     Tonight's movie consisted of three shorts and Chester Morris in "Boston Blackie Booked on Suspicion." Just average but it did kill the evening.
     It has gotten pretty cool tonight. It looks like I'll need three blankets to keep warm.
     That is the dope for tonight. Goodnight Sweet and keep smiling, it is practically all over but the shouting.

Love,
Gil
Shipping List


Picture Album from Shipping List









Monday, August 14, 2017

The Dope

Tuesday, 13 November 1945, 10:00 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
     Nothing new or different today. This morning Leslie and I walked over to the CBs and arranged to have our officers' laundry done. I was OD today, so at 1:00 PM I mustered the men and passed out beer and coke.
     After dinner tonight we went to the movies and saw "George White Scandals" with Joan Davis and Jack Haley. The movie had all kinds of possibilities but somehow missed the boat.
     I'm making up a box of stuff to send home. Be careful of the box of shells. There are some cat's eyes in it and one of them is really tiny. You might not notice it and throw it out. Be sure to look for it. It'd be best to keep them in the box. I had a lot more shells, but they were lost. I'm also sending back the picture album, my Schick shaver and a few things I got here at Okinawa. The little dishes are what the natives drink "saki" out of.
     That is the dope for now. Goodnight Sweet, maybe I'll have some dope for you tomorrow.

Love,
Gil

Newspaper articles


Same article from the Evening Outlook except the date is missing


Sunday, August 13, 2017

God Bless You Both

12 November 1945
Dear Linda and Norma,
     How are my big girls today? Daddy is fine and is really trying and hoping to get home soon so that we can have a real, old fashioned "Merry Xmas" together.
     Bet it is getting quite cold now. Be sure you are well dressed when you go out. You must both keep well so that when I do get home we can go places and have lots of fun together.
     Goodnight now my darlings and God bless you both.

Love,
Daddy


Saturday, August 12, 2017

No Movie

Monday, 12 November 1945, 8:00 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
     Hello again, this is me with nothing new or different to write about. Nothing at all.
This morning we were told to be ready to more to other quarters at 1:00 PM. Then the orders were changed, so here we stay. There is all sorts of scuttlebutt flying around. I should leave this island by December 1, but I'm not planning on anything till I get something more definite to go on. All I'm praying for is to be home by Xmas. I should make it if I get out on the first, but it would be a tight squeeze.
     After dinner tonight I went to see the movie, but because of a power failure the show was called off. Now this'll be an extra long evening with nothing to do.
     I'll sign off now. Goodnight Sweet, I'll see you in my dreams.

Love,
Gil

17th CB Theater on Okinawa where the movies were shown.


Friday, August 11, 2017

Naval Efficiency

Correct date--Sunday 11 November 1945
Sunday, 12 November 1945, 8:30 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
     Well here I am again or should I say still. The same exciting routine prevails. Eat, sleep, read, and kill time.
     Two things happened today to break up the usual routine. First I got a New Year's greeting from my cousin Nat in Brooklyn. Remember him? He is the cousin with the bum arm. I wonder whether or not it is all right now. The second event just illustrates naval efficiency. Today three young ensigns reported for duty aboard the Ocelot. When they left the United States, the news about the storm and the fate of the "Mighty O" had already broken. Though they brought the facts to the attention of the authorities in Frisco, they were sent on anyway. Don't say it. I already have.
     That is all the dope for today. Nothing new, good or bad. In fact--nothing.
     Goodnight Sweet I hope your patience hasn't entirely run out.
Love,
Gil
P.S. Hope you've received my claim check. Just mentioning it so you'll know I sent it.
Tonight's movie was another repeat performance for us "Blonde from Brooklyn."
Gil

Fate of the "Mighty O"