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Sunday, February 28, 2016

Stinko

NOTE ON LETTER IN ELEANOR'S HAND WRITING: "Received November 18th Postmarked November 11th"

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Sunday, 5 November 1944 5:45 PM
My Dearest,
     I went on liberty yesterday for the first time in two weeks and did I get stinko. In fact all the officers who went on liberty were in the same condition but it was really fun. Wish I could tell you more about it but "no can do." Anyway when we returned I poured myself into my bunk and there I stayed until 5:30 AM.
     I woke up with no hangover and a healthy appetite so I guess I didn't over do. Today the usual routine prevailed with one exception. We had an appendectomy at which I assisted and it does help to break the monotony.
     Well darling, I began to say that was all the news but then the lights went off. You see the ship is blacked out at sundown and so here it is Monday, 8:15 AM and I'm back to continue our visit.
     Boy, was it warm last night. Did I say warm? I should have said hot. I sat out on the bridge which is usually quite a breezy place and there was hardly a stir in the air. Further it was so dark that many were just groping around going from one part of the ship to another. Seeing as it was so warm I decided there was no use sitting around and I turned in.
     I got into my birthday clothes, turned the fan directly on me and fell asleep to wake up soaked. We had a regular pour down. The rain came in my porthole and really cooled me down. I was nice and cool for the rest of the night. However, when I awoke I was just as hot as I was when I turned in (in more ways than one!).
     Well my Sweet, I'm going to sign off now. Do you remember how nice and crisp and cold it was up at Mount Hood? I don't think I'll ever get enough cool weather again. Besides we'll need it cool when we are together again. Goodbye my darling.
Love
Gil

















Friday, February 26, 2016

Ulithi

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart
USS Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Friday 3 November 1944, 10:00 PM
My Dearest,
     Today I hit the jackpot again. After days of no mail I received twenty-two letters, all at one time. Sixteen from you, a couple from Libby, Ruth, Gilman, Manny, and the Fleishers. That was some haul. Three of the letters bear an October 9 postmark and looked like they had been soaked down. It is my guess that these letters were on that plane that went down between the States and some of our Pacific Islands. Anyway they were late but plenty welcome.
     I have arranged your letters chronologically and will try to cover anything that needs any comment.
     First Honey, I'm glad that you are getting out for a little recreation. As a matter of fact all your letters have a much more cheerful tone and believe me that does make me much happier.
     The mails are going to be very slow from now on until well after Xmas so be patient if you don't hear right on the dot. If you have anything to send on don't stall.
     I do wish I could see your new hairdo. So you think I'd like it? Well you know me so you can tell even if I don't see it.
     My throat cleared up quickly as did my cold and I'm in the pink right now. I am all through with my shots and their effects. It should be smooth sailing from here on out.
     I am looking forward to the book you mention. Do you think it is safe reading with so many sailors around? Ah Well, I'll let you know after I've read it.
     Those Xmas cards will never reach me in time so I may stow them away for next year and we'll sign both of our names to them. By the time you get this letter the package I sent should have arrived and I hope everything will be OK.
     The Halloween party sounds very nice and I'm very sorry not to have been there to see my girls parade around, play games and entertain.
     Nina's split up with Jack isn't all surprising. You could see it coming every time you saw them together. However I am surprised at her joining the WACs. Frankly I don't believe that it was purely a sex problem. She had her friends and ways: he had his and neither was willing to compromise and divorce is the result. After all no woman would suit me either after having loved and known you. By comparison the same probably applies in their case.
     Regarding the office accounts. Write or phone all who haven't made payment s in the past 30 days. If you don't get any response turn them over to the bureau. Pay particular attention to: Shelling, Teaham, and Mitchel. Go easy on Curry, Guber, and Mellick. Turn over Buchwalter right away. Accept the $20 from Solgado. We would only net $5 more if we sued and would have to wait for our money. In the future use your judgment. Too much time slips buy for me to advise you.
     I really missed Halloween and the kids. Though I wasn't there I was wondering what you were doing. I suppose I'll get a full report soon now.
     I hope you've sent in my correspondence course. It takes too much time to send it to you for typing, so I'll have to write it out longhand.
     Still worrying about money? Forget it and I shan't repeat myself again.
     I told you Mary and Wally would patch things up. I would have bet my bottom dollars. And by the way lay off the liquor. Give other gifts. Whiskey such as "V.O." is practically gone, so put it away and forget about it. Get Dr. White something at the Marbros. They have plenty of stuff for men. Just how far do you think a bottle of whiskey will go with just the family? Again I say leave it alone. I sound like a real drunk but good stuff is very hard to get and I'd rather not give it away.
     Sounds like you had a nice time with Freda and I'll drop her a note as soon as I'm caught up on my correspondence.
     Sounds like Dick and his band are really going places. Doubling with Tommy Dorsey is really something to brag about. I bet Ruth and Harry are really proud and they should be.
     About the rumor that I'm coming home on a furlough (really leave). I'm afraid it's just a rumor after all. So Ivie and Crossland are shipping out . Well maybe, I'll see them maybe. This Navy is really small when it comes to meeting old friends. McPherson was stationed with Jim but hasn't been there for several months. Guess Mrs. Schurr was a little mixed up.
     The party at the Beverly Hills Hotel sounds quite nice and when I get back we have a date to go there so put it down in you date book. You can fill the date later on.
     From what you write I'm never know my girls when I get back. I just hope they remember me if only just a little. Norma is really moving, right along and Linda must be quite a young lady now. I've been away now for a few days over three months and it seems like three years. I have a hunch that when I return I'll be back for good even if this war is still unfinished. I do think that my returning won't be too long from now.
     I've written to Edith about a watch and though I haven't heard from her I'm sure she'll take care of it for me. As far as what you are spending, I don't care Dear, go ahead and have fun. That's what money is for anyway.
     Well Darling, the invasion of the Philippines is moving right along. Though I am not involved in that action, all Navy ships and personnel in the Pacific area fit in the general plan and have their jobs to accomplish, each one small but all working to a common goal, a final and lasting peace after a decisive victory.
     It is now midnight and time I turned in. Honey do you remember my first weekend home after I had reported in San Diego? Well our next meeting will just make that seem like a couple of kids playing house and I hope it'll last more than just a weekend.
     Goodnight my darling, till tomorrow. I'll see you in my dreams.

Lovingly

Gil

About Ulithi








Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Cool Spot

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Thursday 2 November 1944 10:30 PM
My Dearest,
     Just another day of work. Saw patients all morning till 11:00 AM. Then I tried too cool off and freshened up for lunch. After chow I found a shady and cool spot on the captain's bridge and read a little of Thorne Smith's "Let's Face It." It is a murder mystery and totally different in style and content from his other literary efforts.
     Then it rained so I knocked off reading and chewed the fat with Hansen. In snatches I have also been reading Balzac's "Droll Stories" and find then rather amusing. At 1:30 some more patients and by the time I was through I was hot and sweaty so I went back to my room to freshen up and change for dinner.
     After that I played a few games of cribbage and now here I am. Quite an exciting day, isn't it honey? And that is the way they all are.
     Do you remember how impatient I always was to get going after dinner? Well honey when I get back you and I have lots of places to go to and things to do and see. Remember just you and me. Don't try to ring in any company on me.
     Well Sweet, I'm going to turn in now. I love you and need you and when I feel lonesome I take out your picture and then I feel better. Good night my darling.
Lovingly
Gil



Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Work and Chow



Wednesday 1 November 1944, 10:55 PM
Dearest Sweet,
     How is my love tonight? Are our two darlings behaving or shall I give you a hand? Gee I wish I could. It would be fun to get Linda and Norma ready for bed. I'd undress both of them tonight with the greatest of pleasures even with my blues on. And then after they were comfortably tucked in you and I would have a "late" on the studio couch. Nice dreaming anyway.
     Well darling today consisted of the same sixes and sevens. Work and chow and work and more chow. I haven't weighed lately so I'll check myself in the morning.
     There were many clouds in the sky today and all day it looked like rain but so far no such luck. If it did rain, I'd promised myself to strip down and just sit out on deck and cool off. However there is a nice breeze blowing now and it has been blowing for the past several hours and believe me I sat out there and enjoyed every moment of it. It'll probably rain but I guess not until after I've turned in.
     Darling, do you remember our honeymoon at Lake Arrowhead? My but it was hot! Remember how we pushed the bed so that it was almost hanging out of the window to get an extra breath of air. Sweet if you and I were there now I wouldn't care how hot it was. Let's go back after the war. Is it a date?
     Good night honey. I do feel extra loving tonight so how about a big hug and kiss and right now, not later. Thank you dear, that was swell.
Lovingly
Gil



Eleanor and Gil at Lake Arrowhead on their honeymoon

Saturday, February 20, 2016

Ten Fillings



Tuesday 31 October 1944, 10:00 PM
My Dearest,
     Another day, another dollar. This morning I saw eight patients. Put in ten fillings and treated a couple of mouths. By eleven I was hot and soaked to the skin or I should say from the skin out. In this weather I perspire very freely but the heat bothers me much less than I had expected.
     This afternoon I sat out on deck and read for a while. Then one of the officers joined me and we had an interesting chat about home and family.
     After sunset I went up on the bridge and did a little star gazing. By the time I get home I should have a fair knowledge of astronomy.
     Well My Darling that is all for today. With all my love,

Devotedly
Gil


Thursday, February 18, 2016

Crossed the Date Line



Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Monday 30 October 1944, 10:30 PM

Dearest Eleanor,
     Here I am again. The daily routine remains unchanged. Up at seven and finished with breakfast by eight. Down to my office at 8:30 and from then until 11:00 I move right along. At 11:30 lunch and then a little "sack duty" (a nap or reading period in my bunk). Back to my office at 1:30 until--? And then the rest of the day to read and take it easy.
     This Navy life is really making a loafer out of me. Doubt whether I'll ever be able to turn out a decent day's work.
     Sweet, I hope you won't be angry but until I find something to write about my letters may skip a day. Please understand darling that there is nothing to tell.
     Do you remember many years ago the party at Barney Shapiro's house where we met and I took you home? Ambie and I were sitting out on deck and reminiscing and I told him about that great event in my life. Gosh but I'd like to go to a party tomorrow night, meet you and take you home. Only I wouldn't kiss you good night at the door, no sir! After the war you and I will take up where we left off on parties. I'll take you and bring you back home.
     Well, Sweet that's all for tonight. With all my love all wrapped up for you and waiting for the day when I come home.

Loving you as ever
Gil





Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Writing

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O San Francisco
Saturday 28 October 1944, 11:15 PM

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Dearest Eleanor,
     This has been another routine day. My arm feels practically well this morning and I've felt 4.0 all day so the effects of the shot didn't last very long.
     I began the day by seeing six patients in the morning. Then after lunch I read for a while and then worked on those gadgets I'm making.
     I has been quite warm all day long with very little breeze although it is always comfortable up on the bridge. After dinner this evening I made my daily visit to the bridge and visited with the O.D. (Officer of the Day).
     About 8:00 PM I went down to the wardroom for a glass of iced coffee and a game of Peek. After that Ambie, the Doctor and I stood out on deck and until just a few moments ago talked.
     All the officers wonder what I can say writing daily. The only things of interest that happen can't be told and daily routine is quite uninteresting. Most of them write once or twice a week and they are all betting that I'll quit this one a day soon. Maybe I will but not yet. I can still tell you I love you and even if there is a lot of repetition you'll still know what my days consist of mostly.
     Nothing more for now, my Sweet. Till tomorrow "lot---s of love"

Lovingly
Gil





Sunday, February 14, 2016

All Over but the Shooting

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Friday 27 October 1944, 9:30 PM

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My Dearest,
     I didn't sleep well last night. My arm was sore and I kept rolling over on that side and waking up. This morning I felt better except that my arm is still sore. I never thought a tetanus shot would bother me so much.
     This has been a quiet day for me. Saw patients this morning and just lounged around for the rest of the day. I finished a book "All Over but the Shooting" a humorous mystery story of war time Washington, D.C. My next book is "Let's Face It" by Throne Smith. Expect to start that his afternoon.
     After I finished reading I went to work on the ? I'm making for you and the kids. There will be many hours of work and I hope you will like it. Anyway the time goes much fast when I'm occupied.
     After dinner I repaired to the bridge and enjoyed the cool ocean breeze. Ambie and I found comfortable deck chairs and sat around and sang songs, old and new, for over an hour. Then we went into the wardroom for a game of Peek. By that time it was 9:00 PM and some of the officers who had night watches turned in so we broke up our game and here I am.
     Gee, Sweet I'd sure love just a little note from you now. Just to know that you and the kids are well and everything is secure. Guess I'll have to wait several days before I may enjoy that pleasure.
     In the meantime darling, good night. I'll see you in my dreams. I love you.

Devotedly
Gil



Saturday, February 13, 2016

Valentine Card

14 February 1945
A Valentine designed by a sailor aboard the U.S.S. Ocelot, flagship of Service Squadron 10, Ulithi Lagoon 





Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Tetanus Shot

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francsico
Thursday 26 October 1944, 9:00 PM
Dearest Wife,
     Was I mad this morning. It must have been past 1:00 AM before I finally turned in. During the night the clocks were turned back a half hour. The mess boys didn't know that so they woke me at 6:30 AM. Now I'll be short the half hour from 6:30 to 7:00 AM that I usually sleep in.
     I have arranged my hours of work so that I do all routine dentistry in the morning before it gets warm and stuffy. For the rest of the day I stay topside as much as possible.
     This morning after I finished up my appointments I got another tetanus shot and my arm has been sore ever since. I've had many shots but this is the first time I got a real reaction.
     The other day, I picked up a magazine you might enjoy. It is called "The Woman" and is a digest magazine such as "Readers Digest." There were several articles I enjoyed reading and I know you would also.
     This afternoon with my sore arm and the warm weather, I found me a cool, shady spot on the captain's bridge and read for a while. In the late afternoon the captain invited our exec and me into his cabin for a cup of coffee. Then I visited the navigation bridge until dinner which was lousy.
     This evening, the exec, Hansen, Cox and I went to the wardroom and played a few games of "Peek" which I described to you a long time ago.
     Sweet, I do feel punk tonight. My arm is sore and achy and I'm perspiring to beat the band. Good night Honey until tomorrow. I love you as always.

Your one and only
Gil









Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Stars and Constellations



Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Wednesday 25 October 1944 12:00 (Midnight)
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Dearest Eleanor,
     After writing last night, I intended to turn in because it was past 11:00 PM. However there was no sleep in me so I went up on the bridge and kept the watch officers company.
     It was a beautiful night. The sky was completely lit up by stars and a bright moon hanging high. I just couldn't help think how wonderful it would be to have you with me on an ocean cruise. When I turned in finally it was past twelve.
     Today was just another routine day. Worked all morning and part of the afternoon. It was rather stuffy in my office and I knocked off about 3:00 PM. Spent the rest of the afternoon on the bridge. We could see rain squalls on the horizon and expect some foul weather which didn't materialize. The cloudy sky of early evening gradually cleared up and by 11:00 PM the stars and moon where shining in all their glory.
     Our navigator began pointing out various stars and constellations and before we got through I had a chart of all the large stars and planets which I'm going to study. Astronomy is very fascinating and I will have time to do a little studying.
     It is really late night so I must say good night (better yet good morning) to my darling. Until tomorrow, loving you always.
You husband
Gil



Sunday, February 7, 2016

At Sea



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Tuesday 24 October 1944, 10:00 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
     Hello darling how are you? Believe it or not this has been a busy day from the time I climbed out of my sack.
     I worked in my office until lunch time. Since then I've been busy with other duties. Because of some changes in the ward room mess I have a closing statement for the last period to complete and I haven't found anyone yet who understands accounting. Anyway I spent three solid hours doping out a statement and I hope I have it correct now.
     Then, as welfare officer, I've had calls for fishing line, medicine balls, poker chips, playing cards, dart games and what have you. To top it off I brought our record player down from the radio shack, where it was hooked up to the ship's Public Address System, and set it up to play from 8:00 PM till now. You see the rest of ship is dark and quiet after 8:00 PM (he must have meant 10:00 p.m.)to give watch standers a chance to sleep.
     Yes honey, I manage to keep my days full and like it better that way. How are you passing your time? Do the kids keep you as busy as ever or does Betty keep them out of your way? Gee I wish you could sit out on deck with me and enjoy the warm, balmy evening, look at the many twinkling stars in the sky and let me whisper sweet nothings in your ear! Now it would be time for a nice hot kiss and a bunny hug. That's the way I feel today. Sweet and all I can do is dream about you now. Well there will be many days when I shan't need to dream about you because you'll be right there and will I be willing and able! And will you?
     Well, Sweet, I am sleepy and will probably be awakened at 6:30 so I'm going to turn in now. But before I go, do you remember the first time you kissed me? My did you run. Bet after this war you don't run away. If you do I know a guy that'll catch you before you are well started.
     Good night Sweetheart, until tomorrow.

Love
Gil







Friday, February 5, 2016

1,200 Books

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Monday 23 October 1944, 8:00 PM
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Dearest Eleanor,
     This has been a swell day. The sun was not particularly hot today and as a result it was cool and comfortable all day long.
     I did a little work in my office and concentrated on the library the rest of the time. I didn't realize what a job cataloguing and indexing over 1,200 books was but I know now. Here is what we are doing. First we have two cards for each book, one showing the title first the other author first. Then we have a third card to show the borrowers name and date the book is due. I will more or less have to classify all non-fiction books according to the Dewey Decimal System. It is quite a project but I believe I can do it. So much for our library.
     I've received many requests today for recreational gear and will break those out in the morning. My next few days will be busy ones but I like that because it helps the time go faster.
     How are you doing? By now you've probably learned more about me from Al and Jim than I've been able to tell you so I hope all your questions are answered.
     There is little more I can add except that I miss you more each day and doubt whether I'll ever get enough loving to make up for the time we've lost. However it'll be fun trying.
     Good night Sweet. I'm going to turn in early.
Loving you always
Gil



Thursday, February 4, 2016

No Answers or Regular Mail

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart
USS Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Sunday 22 October 1944, 9:05 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
     Hello Sweet, did you have a pleasant Sunday? Today is the day I usually spent with my girls. Oh well, after this is all over there'll be lots of Sundays for you and me with our two girls to keep us busy.
     This has been a rather quiet day. I worked all morning and part of the afternoon. About 3 o'clock I broke out a new phonograph we got and some recordings of radio programs. We had a little trouble getting the machine hooked up but finally did. Then we tried out a few of the programs and they will be swell when radio reception isn't favorable.
     The movie this evening was a real "oldie" but quite enjoyable--Bob Hope and Betty Hutton in "Let's Face It." Although I had seen it before I got a lot of laughs out of it so it must have been good entertainment.
     What did you do today? Did you go over to Ruth's and have dinner there or is that program discontinued? I had expected to see Al today but it was impossible to reach him and I had the medical duty aboard.
     Please darling, be patient come what may. You may not get all the answers and get mail regularly but believe me I love you, always have and always will.
     For a change, this has been a cool and comfortable day. A few clouds in the sky do make a difference especially when they get in the way of the sun.
     Sweetheart do you remember how you always had to prod me to write a letter. Well dear after the war you are once again appointed official correspondent for the Steingarts.
     Good night darling and pleasant dreams. Love and kisses to you and a couple of hugs for our girls.
Lovingly
Gil



Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Can't Write Freely



Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart
USS Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Sunday 22 October 1944, 10:45 AM
Dearest Eleanor
     My, my, so hot and bothered about nothing. Anyway, I haven't ignored your questions, and I'm sure that by now you've read the answer you've been wanting to hear.
     Sorry, darling that Lillian knew more about my visit with Al than you did but being shore based he can write freely whereas I may not. I've told you that before but you still keep asking where did I go and what did I do. I've tried to tell you and several times the censor has had to cut items out. Please understand dear and when I get back I'll fill in the blank spaces.
     I wish you would go with Deb, Dave and Leon. What the h---, it won't hurt Leon to spend and evening with his family and it would do you a lot of good to get out.
     I'm glad you aren't spending a lot of money for Xmas gifts. I've spent plenty and you should find gifts for all. Besides I'd never expected you to spend so much on cards. However, it's done and I'll send them off if they reach me in time.
     Wish I could cut up that "darn bird." As far as that goes I wouldn't mind eating a little of your home cooked chicken.
     Last night I went to that party I mentioned earlier this week. The Captain, Ambie, Cox, Roberts, and I represented our ship. And how! The hosts were a Mr. and Mrs. MacKay. I expect to see them after the war. They have property in Los Angeles and are acquainted with Donald Douglas. They will visit the states as soon as the war is over. Anyway he asked me for our address and promised to look us up.
     The party itself was a dilly. There were 6 couples and about 10 servicemen. We consumed 8 quarts of liquor and several cases of beer. The MacKays roasted two turkeys and a leg of pork along with the trimmings. By ten o'clock, when we left, we all were feeling pretty good and have an invitation to return.
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     Sweet do you remember how I rebelled against those Sunday Family dinners? Wouldn't I love to just get the kids and their gear in the back seat and with you beside me, drive over to your mother's or sisters' for a Sunday family dinner. Isn't it funny how ones attitude can change?
     Well my love, I hope you're all cooled down and everything is serene. I'd like to take you in my arms and kiss away your hurts (imaginary and true) but I can't until later. In the meantime, Sweetheart, please be patient and understand that I'm in the Navy and can't do as I please. I do love you and miss you even though I don't fell each page with sweet nothings.
     It is 11:25 and I have to freshen up for lunch. Till later my Sweet with all the love that is in my heart I am
Devotedly
Gil







Monday, February 1, 2016

20 Cards

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Friday 20 October 1944, 10:30 PM

My Dearest Darling,
     Just came down from the movie. The picture, "Dragon Seed," was long running, over 2 1/2 hours, but it held my interest every minute of the time.
     There is little to tell since I wrote last night. I addressed twenty Xmas cards that I had purchased and have thirty more to send in addition. Today has been another day. I worked all morning and this afternoon I took inventory of the supplies in our wardroom mess.
     The mail today consisted of a letter from Al Stein while he was in the hospital and a copy of the Outlook. Dear will you notify the Outlook of my new address? This one went to Diego and was then forwarded.
     Now that most of my work is clearing up I'll go back to work on our ship's library. Just today, I received, by mail, new books for our library. The cataloguing of the books we already had is still incomplete. However, I now have two dental corpsmen, so I should make better progress.
     I'll wait till I see the morning mail before I send this letter off. Now it's time to turn in. Good night my Sweet.

Love
Gil
Saturday 12:45 PM
Dearest,
     I've been running around all morning. Just finished lunch and found four letters from you. Now we'll have our little visit.
     You should have a letter from me every day. I write daily, drunk or sober. Such Dreams gal, don't you know any better. Now back to Mary. If I've written once I've written three times that Mary is all wrong and I've never wanted to get away from you. I love you too much for that. So--it isn't true and you just forget it.
     I saw "Song of the Open Road." It's about teenagers and lots of music. Linda must have enjoyed it a lot. I'll file your suggestions for Xmas and see what happens. The reason I didn't tell you more about my visit with Al is because of censorship. Al is shore based and so was able to write more fully about it. No darling Leon's guess is still wrong so you can proceed to stop worrying. I'm quite safe and expect to remain so as long as I'm aboard this ship.
     Our chief pharmacist mate, who was transferred, had been aboard since January but he is regular Navy (I believe) and had twenty-eight months of sea duty consecutively running. However enlisted personnel and officers work differently. Besides he had been in the states for over a month in February or March. This can't be used as a criterion as to when I'll return. Forget Xmas cards if you haven't already attended to it. In all probabilities they wouldn't reach me on time.
     Donate as little as you can to the War Chest. I am making my contribution in a more personal fashion. This year let the others worry about it. Forget the Center completely. When I return will be time enough for our contribution.
     I bought a pair of Ray Ban sunglasses from the ship's store for $4.90. The regular price is $7.75 so that is quite a saving. Put in a claim for the pair that was lost.
     That is all for now, Sweet. Wish I could wrap up a big bundle of love for you and send it on. As it is I'm storing it up till I get back and then--Oh boy!! Bye darling till later.
Loving you as ever
Gil

Ray Ban sunglasses 
Linda remembers the lenses were green