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

 

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