V-Mail
June 30, 1943
Dear Mom,
The automatic pilot is doing the flying and navigating so I get a chance to write. And 9000 feet over the rottenness looking desert in the world but one thing about it, it provides a nice place for a forced landing. We call the autopilot George and he is a better flyer than any of us!
I’m feeling chipper exceptin’ that I have a fever blister right smack on the end of my blood he nose. I haven’t got the letter from you yet that Anne said you were writing when she mailed to me that birthday greeting – hers got here in 10 days.
Tell Margaret hi and give her my love in your letters – heard from Jim the other day – he was wondering why I haven’t written but I have written often times – guess the mail was lost. Give my love to all. (Did you get a package for me?)
Hi Bet, Skut and Cindy.
Love
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