Dec. 20, 1944
Philippines
Dearest Mother and Dad,
I have been taking everything pretty easy the past few days as far as flying goes but I really have my hands full trying to run the squadron. Believe me, it is a real job. Everybody comes to me with their problems and I have to make decisions that have to stick. It is a wonderful experience, but, my, it is rough. The squadron is getting along fine and most of the fellows are happy so it is my job to keep them that way.
Major Dunham and Capt. Parsons have not left yet and I don’t know when they will but it shouldn’t be more than two more weeks. It takes a while for their orders to go thru the channels.
As for news from here – I don’t know any I can tell. Everything is going fine so I guess that is about as good as you could want. Frost, my operations officer, is doing a fine job and I like him very much. He is a wonderful fellow, and after the war, I hope he can visit me at home.
I still don’t know when I will get to come home but I still have my fingers crossed in hopes of getting home soon. It can’t be too quick to suit me.
I haven’t had any mail now for a very long time and my morale is at a very low ebb. I know you are writing but it hasn’t started coming thru yet. I hope we get some tomorrow. ‘Bye for now and keep writing.
Love,
Son