Thursday 7 September 1944, 3:30 PMDearest Eleanor,
Just got back from censored Had some things to take care of as welfare officer for the ship. I found the letter I had written you yesterday had been held up because of certain items. From now on I shall confine myself to strictly personal affairs and will not mention anything about where I go or do related to my duties.
Do you remember Andy Wise, a patient of mine? Well I recently ran into him in my meandering about. We had quite a talk. It sure felt good to see an old face. Jackson was also up to see me several days ago but I was not around.
The movie I saw aboard Tuesday night was "Chatterbox" with Joe E Brown and Judy Canova and it was "lousy." The mail is sporadic. One day nothing and then I hit the jackpot. Nothing to do about it I guess but just put up with it.
I haven't written Marty, Sam, etc. because the way I feel now I don't care if I never hear from them. The rats never answered when I wrote from Diego and if I write now they'd probably take a long time answering. As long as I hear from you I'm content, Dear. So who care about the rest of them? No word from Leon either. I now owe letters to your mother and mine, Deb and Dave, Ruth plus all those I should drop notes to, so I've plenty to do.
Guess under the circumstances you'll have to put up with my short, rambling letters. I love you darling and will make it up to you when I return. We'll do all the things we're missing now and then some. Kisses and hugs to all my girls and regards to the clan.
Your lonelyLt (j.g.) G. Steingart
F.P.O. San Francisco