- October 31, 1943, p. 1
- October 31, 1943, p. 2
- October 31, 1943, p. 3
Letter transcription:
Lieut. R.S. Yegerlehner USNR
USN Base Hosp. #4
F.P.O. San Francisco Calif.
Oct. 31, 1943
Dear Mother,
I have a little more time today and it being Sunday maybe I can collect myself for a better letter than in the past few days.
My getting the incorrect address will slow my mail somewhat but I’ll go past the place of that incorrect address and pick up what mail that might be there and also arrange to have send the other mail sent on. It was all my fault as you can see a similarity in the address. I’ll not be as I said before with Joe R. friends but in that vicinity.
At present I’m at the old
[page 2] stamping ground and will be here for a few days. My clothes were wrinkled and dusty but no moth, etc. The blues will certainly be needed and you can well guess my khakis are getting pretty well worn and the whites are – well you can imagine.
Yesterday I had two glasses of regular fresh state side milk and a good big chunk of lettuce. That was the first of things like that since Aug. of ’42. Imagine how they really tasted. Things like that should be more easily obtained at my new station. I hope.
Really I’m ashamed of myself
[page 3] for doing all this running around when you have to stay at home and assume the responsibility of home. However you know it isn’t of my own free will and accord, but it is a grand experience some parts of which were more thrilling than others – a few even frightening but those are all over now and it’s back to more or less hum drum.
I’ll have to stop and write the folks as this is the usual day for their letter and I want them to have my new address.
Love Daddy
P.S. My last letter from you was dated Oct. 10 and it will be several days before others will find me.
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So there is extra delay in his getting the word about Emma’s death.
“a good big chunk of lettuce” ….I remember that sometimes for lunch he had only a glass of buttermilk and a chunk of cabbage!
Yup, he finally finds out in a letter from his sister Ruth, but I get ahead of myself!
It is hard to imagine drinking buttermilk! But I remember both my grandfathers doing so. I remember accidentally grabbing buttermilk out of the fridge as a kid, while visiting Indiana, and being very surprised when I took my drink.