Walt has almost 300 combat hours in and has to take a new guy up for his first combat flight lesson.
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Good Morning Sweetheart
Guess what?—I love you.—Now isn’t that a surprise.
This is the first time I’ve started a letter in the morning for a long time.—What puzzles me is why I’m not in bed—I usually sleep until ten or eleven oclock, but not this morning. I was wide awake at eight.—Bankers hours or sumpin.—Ha.
I’m expecting a letter from you today—got a feeling in my bones—or maybe it’s because I haven’t had any for a couple of days.
My letters must be terribly dull—I can’t for the life of me think of anything interesting. Think I’ll start writing stories, big lies, anything to fill up space.—
I’ve got a new boy in the Flt.—He just came in the other day and hasn’t flown any combat yet. I have to take him up this afternoon and
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show him a few things—He’ll probably start combat flying tomorrow.—I always laugh when I think of the thrill the’re getting out of their first combat flight—Usually don’t amount to a blame thing.—In a few months it will be a commonplace thing. Well almost anyway.—I have almost 300 hrs. now—Wonder how many I’ll have when I come home.
I reckon you’ve had several nice days by now—Probably a lot of rain also—Anyway—it won’t be long before you’ll be melting away—Don’t melt away too much tho—I want a little of you left when I get there—At least 115 to 120 lbs of you anyway. Or is my estimate a little light or heavy.
How is the date for my coming home working out—Do you still have it all figured out?—For now—Good Morning Sweetheart
I Love You x Walt x