October 9, ‘44
Dearest Mother, Dad, & Velma;
Today we aren’t doing anything but just hanging around the tents. Nothing much doing because our mission was cancelled. Had a very long trip yesterday and I am still recuperating from that. As far as news goes, I don’t have any. Just the same old stuff and I am so fed up on that I don’t know what to do. From the looks of things, I still have a long way to go. As you see by the letter, I am very disgusted. They are also sending fellows home that haven’t been here as long as I, nor do they have near as much time. I know there are plenty of pilots available without keeping me over her so darn long.
This place here is the hottest we have been in yet and the sun is really beating down right now.
As far as everything goes, it seems to be O.K. My ship is running exceptionally good and my crew chief is doing a good job. He is 42 years old and has a daughter 19 years old. Everyone calls him Pop. He seems to be a fine fellow. Can’t get quite used to him calling me sir.
So much for now. I am so sorry this is a dull letter but other than the fact I had to hit the fox hole the other night there is no news. I am still scared of bombing raids and anyone that says they are not are nothing but liars.
Write often and give everyone my love.
All my love,
Son