Sept. 8, 1943
Lieut. R. S. Yegerlehner USNR
Navy 60 F.P.O. San Fran Cal.
Again the 8th of the month rolls around and that has a meaning for us. It generally seems long from day to day but the months do seem to pass by rather rapidly. Three of us here know what that 8th of the month means and we are the old men of the outfit – which of course makes us feel pretty good. Even if it doesn’t mean anything, you know we can look back and talk about things in the distant past. The olden times.
There was no mail yesterday – The first day missed in 5 so I guess we can take it but we look just as hard every day.
One of the officers brought in a big
[page 2] tuna fish yesterday so it looks like fish for noon day chow which is always appreciated but not as much as at first because we are getting fresh meat at least 2 times a day and sometimes 3 times. Does that make you hungry? We still don’t get the green that you are able to get there – we have had celery at times.
The skipper’s radio is loud enough for me to get the program several feet away. He seems to like it like Mama Burns and to[o], it’s just right for me.
I’ve been out the last few days on sanitation and that really is a job getting around and digging up other people’s dirt. It makes “my day” pretty full – note the
[page 3] “my day.” I think I didn’t like you using that at one time. I really didn’t intend to but it just happened.
I got your P.S. that you had paid my Masonic Dues. Some states remit the dues but I had heard nothing about ours being remitted.
Well it’s about time for me to make another sanitary inspection so here’s you “honey dipper” signing off until tomorrow
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