May 21, 1943
Lieut R. S. Yegerlehner USNR
F.P.O. San Francisco
Yesterday after your letters came or rather day before – another v-mail came but it was dated earlier than the latest – but on the whole the mail is coming thru pretty good.
Went shelling yesterday and got quite a few pretty nice ones so some of these days I’ll be able to send home some again. These in a way are prettier than those at Noumea, but they are not nearly so numerous.
I’ll have to tell you one habit that I’ve gotten into – No
[page 2] cream or sugar in my coffee – sure came in handy this A.M. It seems the colored mess boy sprayed the sugar with fly spray and everyone was going on about the coffee but mine tasted OK. Really I thought it was my tastes on the brew but found it was fly spray.
Just got thru giving a fellow a dose of Epsom Salts and did he smack his lips. That is not my idea of what a person should smack their lips about.
Saw some baby pictures yesterday of an officer – His
[page 3] is about 4 mo old but it was only a snap shot and not much could be seen but bundles of clothes.
In you [sic] last letter you told of John’s having a temperature hope he is getting along OK. It seems hardly possible that he would have the measles at that late date but you never can tell.
Well, must get going
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Interesting his comment about taking coffee without cream and sugar. When I was older and everyone in the house was drinking coffee–i.e., Mark and John too–no one took cream and sugar in their coffee. Everyone liked it scalding hot and black. I didn’t like the taste of coffee, and still don’t. They said, “Oh you’ll learn to like it,” but I never did. But today I will drink cappuccino, heavily sweetened.
“Saw some baby pictures yesterday of an officer – His is about 4 mo old but it was only a snap shot and not much could be seen but bundles of clothes.” Mother did better job with the pictures of me. 🙂
I thought you would find the coffee description interesting. I was always told that coffee was drunk black. I have never been able to stomach it myself. I love the smell though.