Somewhere
June12, 1944
Dearest Mother & Dad,
We have had quite a bit of excitement in our tent lately. Chase just got his orders to go home. He and Zoage are going this month. Can you imagine anyone being so lucky? Chase is so thrilled he is about to go crazy. As for me, I have no more idea than a rabbit when I’ll get to go, but the best part of it all is the fact that they have finally started. We are all tickled to pieces. I am afraid tho, that it will be quite a long time for me because when they organize that new squadron, I am supposed to go into it to get it to going. But, anyway, I feel much better about the whole situation.
One of our squadrons had a fight this morning and got six more without a loss. Seems like we are surely lucky. One fellow has knocked down six in about two weeks. Up until then he didn’t have any. Maybe I’ll be that lucky some day. I hope so!
Our food is still terrible and doubt if it will be better 'til I get home. I don’t see much chance for it to improve. I have really been putting in lots of flying time up here and at the present I am pooped out. These four-hour missions are getting me down and especially when we have two in one day. Sometimes I believe my fanny is made of wood it gets so tired.
By the way, Chase said he would call you when he gets home, so you can expect another collect call from around Syracuse, N.Y. or Ann Arbor, Mich. Or somewhere around in that vicinity.
This is all for now and write often.
Love, Son