March 29, 1952, Saturday

Pfc. Robt. Gimbel
U.S. ########
85 Eng. Boat Co.
A.P.O. 928 % Postmaster
San Francisco, California

Dear Mom and Dad,

     Here it is the end of another week and it's getting hotter every day.
     I suppose you have been looking forward toward spring.
     I haven't heard from anyone for 2 weeks now, I guess the mail must really be fowled up.
     I hope you are all feeling much better.  I think of you all, very often, in fact I guess my mind is most always home.
     They will never get me again if I can help it.
     The whole post is restricted today as it's the anniversary of the Huks and I guess they are really celebrating and shooting it up a little.
     There's no usual dance tonight as they don't want to risk sending a boat to Manila.  The security guards said that with binoculars they could see about 300 or 400 of them across the bay.  But they will never bother the U.S. Army, unless someone gives them a ruff time.  But I've heard if a guy interferes I guess they don't hesitate to put them out of the way.
      How's the shop doing? Okay! I hope.  I see in the paper there have been a lot of wrecks so you should of been quite busy.
     Gee, I sure can't hardily wait until I'll be back in the swing of things again, but it will probably take about 2 months to get me used to working again. Ha! Ha!
      I am sending these newspaper clippings home so you can save them, they might get lost here.
     Well, this is all for this evening and write and I'll see you all.  Remember my thoughts are always with you, at the shop and at home.
      Lots of Love,
      Bob
P.S.
Hi Claudia and Rosemary, I bet you both are really growing.