- July 14, 1943 envelope
- July 14, 1943, p. 1
- July 14, 1943, p. 2
- July 14, 1943, p. 3
- July 14, 1943, p. 4
Letter transcription:
Lieut. R. S. Yegerlehner USNR
Navy 60 F.P.O. S.F.C.
July 14, 1943
Dear Mother,
Received a regular air mail yesterday Dated 25th of June. I think that was the last. I put the them letters all together and I’m not sure which came last. I’ve have one each day for the last three days.
It’s very hot and sticky here this A.M. but that isn’t news. You stated in your letter that it was that way there and I suppose you can expect that for another month or two but we can expect that here longer than that or at least until our tour of duty is over in this area.
[page 2] You remember me telling you sometime ago about playing Dorothea Dix to a doctor – well he got orders for a change of duty and yesterday wrote me a very fine letter thanking me for all that I had done for him. He lived in the tent with me and after we had our talk – he somehow got some drink and proceeded to get “stinko” – which was very bad for me. In his letter he was much ashamed and apologized etc. It makes me feel more than ever like Dorothea D. Guess I’ll save the letter and have it run as a special feature for the love tangled boys of the Island.
[page 3] Somehow an egg sunny side up got into our breakfast this A.M. It was a total surprise and I might say a pleasant on at that. I think I must be gaining back all the weight I lost due to better eats and less exercise.
I don’t believe I ever told you about fixing the General’s pencil – If I did just disregard this part. Our skipper and I just went over for a social call and during the conversation something came up that the General wanted to write and his pencil a gold Everharp was out of order so I loaned him mine. Then he asked if I thought I could fix his and I of course polishing apples at my best said “yes sir.”
[page 4] It was one of those push on the end and the lead comes out kind. I brought it back took it all apart and found it was out of lead. So all it needed was a stick of my lead. I’m not sure whether he knew that or whether it was his way of bumming. Anyway it cost him 3 bottles of beer – or rather six. 3 for me and three for the Skipper. I gave the pencil back to him about 3 days later and he seemed a little taken back because he had failed to think of the possibility of being out of lead. He told me if I couldn’t fix it just to keep it. I sure would have liked to – had his name etc. but I didn’t have the heart to be that dishonest. The above has no point only I was just bragging. It’s a true story – ever bit of it.
Well, I’ve shot my wad for today.
Love Daddy
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