Somewhere
June 22, 1944
Dearest Mother & Dad,
I am sure you can tell by the reports that we have been pretty busy in these parts. However, things seem to be pretty much in our favor.
Chase is still waiting for his orders to go home. It will probably take another week or two for them to get back and he will be long gone. Since he has been grounded, he can’t fly any more over here. That seems to be the only way one can get back home from here. I wish they would tell me that. I am sick and send me home. I would like even a good leave in the States and come back later. I would like to get in on the big show over here but I would like to go home first.
I received three papers yesterday. They are the first I have had in months. Seems like I don’t know anyone at home now. I got a letter from Jack Armstrong and he says he doesn’t know hardly anyone at home now. I surely do think lots of Jack and he has been good about writing, too.
Wish I could tell you about our leap-frog business over here but you’ll just have to go by the reports. It’s amazing how we catch them flat-footed. But, the war has just started over here. It has taken all this time for us to get where we could strike and do lots of damage.
Did I tell you that Major Foster (Joyce Rogers’ husband) stayed with us last week. He slept about 20 feet from me and I didn’t know it until he left. His squadron uses our strip quite often. I sent word to him that I was here. His men really think lots of him and that is the best compliment I know.
‘Bye for now and write soon.
Love,
Son