Apr. 30, 1943
Lieut R. S. Yegerlehner USNR
Fleet Post Office
San Francisco Calif.
You will note the writing paper. It came thru the mail from Uncle W. Arrived just one day after the letter telling me he had sent it. I’m not too fond of writing on this type paper but beggars can’t be to critical. We can buy paper now but most of it is heavy and if I can swipe a note pad from the office I’d rather use that.
I’m writing and sweating because it is hot and sticky but that isn’t unusual only I have to have something to write to fill up space. We were talking yesterday about how drab and boring our letters must be to those who read them but there isn’t anything more that can be written and I think you folk understand that – at least we hope you do. For a while we could write more fluently but that has been stopped as you have noted.
[page 2] Yesterday Commander Fredricks got a box from home filled with sardines and shrimp. So you can imagine what we did. He ate one can and I the other – or rather the contents of one can. He makes one feel good at time by the things he says. He knows the number of children we have and more or less my life’s history as I know his. So he writes home and tells his wife about us. Then he tells me what he has written. They live in Cleveland Ohio and have one daughter 20 years old.
My Reno pals are still getting along OK but the fellow from Missouri got orders to leave. I guess that is the way it will be one at a time orders out and someone new come in to take that place.
I had most of my laundry down but this AM two pairs of pants were still there and boom down came a big (frawn) (Spelling) cocoanut leaf or limb and “busted” the line but the pants were dry enough that they didn’t have to be washed again. We “sorta” have to watch those things while walking around.
I must write Uncle W. thanking him for the paper and letter –
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