Somewhere
July 20, 1944
Dearest Mother, Dad, & Velma;
I am enclosing some pictures of natives that we see over here – and also some pictures that David Crockett took of my ship. As you see they aren’t any good but we intend to take some more tomorrow if possible.
I haven’t written now for about three days but have been doing nothing but sitting around, sleeping or reading. I don’t know how long we will be like this. There are lots of rumors going around but I imagine we will be up among ‘em pretty soon.
We haven’t received mail now for a few days and that makes us very unhappy as you can guess. Hnatio is in the hospital in Sydney with a touch of malaria. Don’t know when he will return and I hope he doesn’t have a serious case.
Two days later –
Well, here I am again after a slight interruption – I have been flying and didn’t have much time to finish.
There is more talk about the new squadron now and I am keeping my fingers crossed in hoping it won’t be formed. It would be to my advantage as far as the Army is concerned but I don’t care about that. I would get my captaincy but I am not that eager. I don’t want the Army as a career. It does have a few good points but it also has some bad ones.
Chase hasn’t left yet and I surely feel sorry for him. He has been grounded over a month. I think someone made a mistake on his papers and they sent them back. Tough luck. I’d say.
Mom, there is not much to report now. Everything is going fine. Lindberg has been visiting here and flying, too. Imagine flying with him. Seems like a fairy dream, doesn’t it?
How is everything at home these days? What are you doing for a pastime? Do you still have the same radio? Gosh, I can picture our whole house very clearly in my mind. By the way, Dad, our house matches any anywhere in the world. I hope I can be half as successful and happy as you and mother are and have been.
The war news from Europe is really good only I wish the bomb they threw at Hitler had killed him. I think it is only a matter of a few months over there. ‘Bye and write soon.
Love,
Son
