Friday 11 August
1944, At Sea
Dearest,
Another quiet day. Had a light breakfast
and then stalled around until 10:30 for the weekly inspection. Saw a couple of
patients then and three more after dinner. We eat dinner at noon and supper at 6 P.M. Dinner
was a Salisbury steak with all the trimmings. For supper we had asparagus soup
and breaded pork chops with all the trimmings.
The sea has been like glass and sailing along
as we are, one completely loses all track of time and even the war seems very
remote.
Last night a few of us got together and
borrowed an accordion from one of the men aboard. I had a lot of fun playing it. It's quite a simple instrument to play if you
know piano.
Well, my Sweet, we should be at our
destination before many days more. We've been moving along rather slowly because
we're ahead of schedule.
The last two days we ran into several
squalls. It rains for a few
minutes and then we're out again and the sun is shining. The nights are really black and going from the
ward room to my room is like playing "blind man's bluff." I extend my hands and grope along until I find
the door knob.
So dear it's really hard to find what to write
when one writes every day but I do love you and really miss you and the kids.
Goodnight dear 'til
tomorrow,
Love
Gil
WWII Accordion from
National Army Exhibit
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