Lieut. R.S. Yegerlehner
USN Base Hosp. #4
F.P.O. San Francisco Calif.
Feb. 14, 1944
You will most certainly have to pardon my absentmindedness about Valentine’s Day because it surely slipped my mind and I didn’t even tumble when the one came from the boys. It just all seemed foreign and a long way off or the wrong time of year or something. I know that sounds crazy but never the less true. So – Happy Valentine’s Day and all that goes with it.
I just happened to think of another thing you mentioned in your letters that I forgot to
[page 2] mention and that was the music lessons that John’s teacher was talking about. The $7.00 variety. How often would those have to come? Surely not once per week. I think he should have lessons more advanced but not that strong each week, but we can talk of that later. I hope talk and not write. That last sentence has no more significance than anything else I’ve written about coming home. So far there have been 4 Drs. leave here on the 18 mo. deal but others are past due and things seem to be at a standstill in so far as their orders are concerned. As it
[page 3] stands now there are three groups here who have been out longer than Cub 13. So you see we don’t just know what to think. There is however less than one month time for us as well as the groups ahead of us. We figure all the angles backward and forward and when it’s all said and done the whole thing adds up to only one thing – confusion.
There were mail bags in camp today. I saw them with my own eyes, but as yet we have heard nothing or seen no results of the sorting but hopes are running pretty high. I’ll let you know at the end of this if any arrives.
I did some laundry this PM.
[page 4] That was the first in a long time. I told you once the number of pairs of socks and trucks I had so I don’t have to wash so often but when I do – Oh Boy! I have been sending some of my most yellow trunks to the laundry to get that well known Gray out of them.
Just stopped to chit chat with the bridegroom & Lentz – nothing in particular as you might imagine. They both came in and bummed a coke – Tea time – possibly gossip time.
Well Dear I hope to P.S. some mail –
P.S. Mail did arrive and I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow. It was a landslide.