Lieut. R. S. Yegerlehner USNR
Navy 60 F.P.O. San Fran. Cal.
Aug. 24, 1943
You remember the letter from the Ind. State medical assoc. that you forwarded to me. I don’t know if I mentioned it or not but I got one direct from them earlier – Well in one of my off moments I decided to answer them and I am enclosing a copy of that letter – don’t think me too bold or evil for I just had to answer them.
I’ve had a hard time so far – a telephone call, gathering in yesterday’s laundry because of a sprinkle, and then a call from sick bay – some fellow sawed on a couple of fingers and needed some repair. The telephone call was relative to sanitation of which I’m the appointed or condemned one to look after the naval sanitation of the area. It’s a kind of thankless job and of course one gets in someone’s hair more than somewhat when he tells the guy he’s dirty. Maybe it isn’t so bad as all that but it could be.
The mail is a little slowed down again and I do hope it comes again in a day or two because those letters mean so much – I’ve told you that so often it’s becoming trite now anyway they really do.
I’ll stop on one page today because I want to send that other letter. You probably won’t approve of the letter but I didn’t want to keep anything from you so lots of love
Lieut. R. S. Yegerlehner, USNR.
c/o Fleet Post Office
San Francisco, California
August 23, 1943.
Indiana State Medical Ass’n.
1021 Hume Mansur Building.
Doctors – you may rest assured that we worry more than somewhat about you OLD medics, and we know that your ever present dangers back there even surpass our wildest imagination. Our dangers here have been covered and completely summarized by Dr. Carleton & McCullough as written in your July letter, a copy of which I recently received. It’s not dangers that we worry about, but another problem. I written a little poem to get the idea over to you – Title.
“The Tropical Heat Has Me”
I’m at a South sea Naval Base
And oh! Doctor what a H___ of a place.
You can imagine the moonlight nights
When one can step out and enjoy the sights.
But what are the sights that one usually sees?
A multitude of coconut trees.
These isles are shown in movies freely,
And you sit back there and look on gleely,
But time spent here with only men in khaki
Is enough to drive the romantic whacky.
So what we need here the moistest
Is a right good looking bunch of hostesses.
So get together you OLD birds back there
And send us each a divinely pair.
I’m not much of a poem writer as you can see
Hoping you are the same 10 derly.
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