Okinawa--Drinks and Visiting

U.S.S. OCELOT (IX-110)

c/o Fleet Post Office

San Francisco, California

Wednesday 3 October 1945, 1:30 AM

Dearest Eleanor,
     Hello Darling here I am again and a little late or should I say early in the morning. Well you see it was this way. Roger Kirk, who has been waiting for his relief for two months now, had a couple of fliers visit him. They are staying aboard. We've all been sitting up having a few drinks and just visiting. When I get ashore one of them has promised to get a jeep and show me Okinawa. I'll take a rain check on his promise.
     I did have a few appointments this morning but it didn't take me long to clean up for the day. The rest of the time went like yesterday and the day before.
     I finished "Mr. Winkle Goes to War." I am almost through with "Young Man with a Horn" a story about a talented trumpet player. I am enjoying the book a lot and think you'd like it too. The author is Dorothy Baker.
     Tonight's movie was "Blood on the Sun" with James Cagney and Sylvia Sidney. It was a good movie though some of the sequences weren't quite convincing.
     No mail at all today so I'm hoping for a jackpot tomorrow. The wind shifted and it's really cool tonight. In fact we broke out blankets. I think I'll use mine tonight.
     Nothing new about when we leave or when you can expect me. I bet I'm just as anxious about it all as you are.
     That is thirty for tonight Sweet so "nite-nite" and pleasant dreams.

Love,

Gil

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Leyte--USO Show

U.S.S. OCELOT (IX-110)

c/o Fleet Post Office

San Francisco, California

Monday, 3 September 1945, 1:30 AM

Dearest Eleanor,

     Hello darling. Here is your busy husband again. This has been one "bitch" of a day. I was busy all morning and ran into the toughest extraction to date. I worked for a whole hour. When we were through I was more worn out than the patient.

     Captain Hartfield got his orders yesterday and turned over his command to the new skipper this afternoon. I had several monthly reports that he had to sign. Since he was scheduled to leave about 5:00 PM I had to hustle to get them out.

     At 3:45 I took a VP over to Tolosa and brought back a USO show. It was called Lucky Seven and consisted of five women and two men. They are a colored troupe and they sure have rhythm. A colored lieutenant colonel (medical officer) came along with them. I had an interesting talk with him. The show was excellent and at 9:15 I had a picket boat pick us up to return the troupe to Tolosa.

     Just as we came alongside the dock it began to rain and our return trip was really rough. It blew and rained so hard that there was a solid sheet of rain around us and we couldn't see more than a few feet ahead of our bow. The run ordinarily takes thirty-five minutes, but it took one hour and fifteen minutes to get back to the Ocelot. Naturally when we sighted the Ocelot the rain eased up. Then I went up to the wardroom and sat around and talked until just a few moments ago.

     No mail today. I'll be glad when everything gets squared away again and the mail service becomes more dependable. You'll never know how disappointed I am when the mailman passes by my office without dropping anything from my Sweet off (split infinitives--such grammar!) Of course it isn't your fault. I know you write me every day, but I'm still registering my complaint.

     Today is Labor Day but until an hour ago none of us were even cognizant of the holiday. Oh well the only holiday I'm looking to is when I get back to my own sweet wife and darling kiddies.

     Goodnight Honey, it really is time for me to turn in. We have quarters for muster (line up in formation to be accounted for) at 8:00 AM so I'd better get some shuteye pronto. See you in my dreams.

Love,

Gil