Somewhere
June 22, 1944
Dearest Mother & Dad,
I am enclosing some small pictures that were made soon after we first came overseas. They are no good but if you look closely you can see me & my ship. The picture shows my first ship. I now have my third. I had a picture made day before yesterday it hasn't been developed as yet. Will send it as soon as I can.
I guess you are waiting as impatiently as we are for the outcome of the Navy battle now going on. I am sure we will win but I would like to know how big a force the Nips have. I am sure the whole future will be decided in the battle. Especially, for us.
This place surely did quieten down quickly. It is all just a milk-run here at the present. Maybe when we move we’ll have a little more action. When we don’t have much action our morale goes to the bottom. It gives more time to think when you aren’t busy.
Lytle and I have not been getting along so well since he received his promotion and he was made operations officer. It is the same old story – “getting too big for his breeches”. I surely didn’t think he would change like he did. Oh well, such is life. This business won’t last forever - I hope.
I still say I’ll be lucky to get home by Xmas. We don’t have anything definite for a rotation system of pilots so they don’t send them back unless they are ailing. And me – disgustingly healthy! I may fly a P-51 Mustang if I am given the chance – they are really sweet. I don’t know yet. Will let you know later.
‘Bye for now and don’t worry about me. I am still O.K. Received two Nolan Co. News today. Worth their weight in gold. Write soon!
Love,
Son