Wednesday 8 March 1944, 1615 o'clock
My Dearest,
Please don't upset yourself like you have been. We must be patient and keep looking. Something
is bound to turn up. I'll
call Diller tomorrow and try an ad in the San Diego paper this coming weekend
again.
Going to see "Souls at
Sea." The movie shown
last night was so putrid that I didn't go. It was the same one that was shown on
Monday and the opinion seemed to be unanimous.
As I told you over the phone, I examined
a "draft" of men going out for sea duty. Along with me as dental officer there were four medical officers. The
175 men are all lined up in their barracks and stripped down to the skin except
for shoes and stockings. One
doctor examines the throat, another the chest, another gives a "short
arm" inspection and a fourth checks for rupture. I walk around with a flashlight and
look in each mouth as I go by. If
a man doesn't have enough teeth for chewing, I am supposed to pull him out of
the "draft" until he is rehabilitated. I passed them all. It took me about eight minutes to make
the inspection. I got credit for 175 oral examinations. That's the Navy.
Nothing more my Sweet. Keep your chin up.
Love,
Gil
