May 25, 1945

Dear Dot and Dana,

Well, kids here I am back in San. Francisco, at a Naval receiving hospital.

I was sure glad to see the Golden Gate once again. I am feeling fine. I stepped on the scales in the doctor’s office today and I weighed 180 lbs, the most I have ever weighed in my life. It was a long and tiresome trip, I guess about seven thousand miles. It took us eighteen days to get here not including two days that we stopped in Pearl Harbor.

I don’t know when I will leave here, but I know that I will be transferred to some other hospital soon. I hope it will be someplace near home. From there I expect I will get a 30-day leave. But I don’t know when that will be.

By that time I suppose you will be moved down home and that will make it perfect. I will sure be glad to get there once again. I would like to have the car licensed when I get there, but I guess it would be too much red tape to go through for you to get it licensed in my name, as the insurance is in my name. You could get it licensed in your name, but then the insurance wouldn’t be any good. So, I guess we will have to wait until I get there.

It has been a long time since I have heard from you. I hope you and Dana are all right. Has his school sopped yet or is he still going? Boy! Won’t I be glad to get home.

It is quite cool here, that is it seems cool to me after being in such a hot climate. The last three nights on the ship I almost froze. We had to sleep on canvas bunks with no mattress or pillow. I used a blanket for a pillow and two over me and was still cold I have a good supply of cigs, about 14 cartons. That should last us for awhile. You might as well write about three or four letters and send them to this address just in case I am here a couple weeks.

Love and Kisses,

Beecher.