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David R. Elder correspondence, June-July 1945

1945-06-08 Everette W. Squire to Dave Elder Page 1

Underwater Demolition
Team Twentyfive
F.P.O., San Francisco, Calif.
8 June 1945
Dear Dave Elder,
For the first time in several months I am attempting to climb out of this rut I have been in and give you and "Scuttlebutt" the word on how a "boot" ensign appreciates the fill in at mail call when the "Scuttlebutt" arrives. Since I left the states it has came through the mail regularly without a miss. Like many others all I can say is, thanks a million. Another reason why I have been so hesitant in writing can be contributed to the fact that I have a guilty conscience. It all goes back to the era when I was wielding a swab and broom around the Journal building each evening. It was my practice to spread sweeping compound around on the deck like a French peasant sewing wheat. This invariably permitted sweeping compound to fall into your rubbers that were always standing by near your desk. I hope this practice has not continued since I left and that it did not cause you to great an inconvenience when I was doing this wretched act of negligence every night. It was during my tour of duty at the Journal Building that Bill Shannon and Tom Stewart were holding down the office next to you. in this [illegible] area I always felt like I did so much and accomplished so little. Waste paper was always prevelant around their desks. It was a little game each night to see if I could get more waste paper out of the room

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Underwater Demolition Team Twentyfive F.P.O., San Francisco, Calif. 8 June 1945 Dear Dave Elder, For the first time in several months I am attempting to climb out of this rut I have been in and give you and "Scuttlebutt" the word on how a "boot" ensign appreciates the fill in at mail call when the "Scuttlebutt" arrives. Since I left the states it has came through the mail regularly without a miss. Like many others all I can say is, thanks a million. Another reason why I have been so hesitant in writing can be contributed to the fact that I have a guilty conscience. It all goes back to the era when I was wielding a swab and broom around the Journal building each evening. It was my practice to spread sweeping compound around on the deck like a French peasant sewing wheat. This invariably permitted sweeping compound to fall into your rubbers that were always standing by near your desk. I hope this practice has not continued since I left and that it did not cause you to great an inconvenience when I was doing this wretched act of negligence every night. It was during my tour of duty at the Journal Building that Bill Shannon and Tom Stewart were holding down the office next to you. in this [illegible] area I always felt like I did so much and accomplished so little. Waste paper was always prevelant around their desks. It was a little game each night to see if I could get more waste paper out of the room