Lieut. R.S. Yegerlehner
USN Base Hosp. #4
F.P.O. San Francisco Calif.
Feb. 9, 1944
One can just imagine in looking out the window that snow will start falling most any time for it surely feels that way but really it isn’t so cold. Just the cool damp wind with no sun.
So far as I know the new wedded couple are enjoying themselves. He was able to get a few days leave and is possibly spending it getting papers signed, etc. I understand there are lots of those to be fixed up when there is an international affair such as that. They possibly are going other things also but one’s imagination can get the better of him if it isn’t curbed to some extent. Bob is really a swell fellow and I hope he is doing alright
[page 2] by himself. He was raised around Rockford, Ill., but was practicing in Elko, Nevada. That isn’t too terribly far from where Glenn lives.
I believe I never did describe for you any of the charcoal burning cars that we see here – In fact there isn’t any description other than they have two big tanks – generally one on either side of the car in front of the front doors. These are about the size of that pressure tank we used to have at C.C. Once in awhile one can see a flame under one of the tanks. I don’t know how they work but it is a little funny to see a fine new car with those tanks and then the steering wheel on the other side. That latter really doesn’t seem near as funny
[page 3] now as it used to. In fact the left hand drive now looks a little strange. We have a few around here like that. I haven’t driven since coming here because there has been no car or jeep to drive. Good reason – don’t you think?
It is almost 3 PM and there have been several persons up the hall way and for only one reason – To see if the mail has arrived. I could save them lots of trouble but I can’t stand out there and act as traffic cop or something.
It is rather interesting to sit in my room and hear the remarks made by the various ones when they find no mail – Some just
[page 4] more or less expel a few disappointing words. Some just turn around and walk out while other express themselves very loudly in terms now [not] writeable. The end results are the same however – There is no mail so —. I don’t need to go into the room because I can hear it being sorted thru the wall – lucky me.
It seems I’m all out of something to write and a little space left so I’ll save the remaining space to tell you how many letters arrived –
P.S. There wasn’t any mail.
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