3 May 1945

Even after all this time away, Walt is not sure he wants the war to end, or at least his participation in the military. He tries to explain it as a kind of fear of incompetency in civilian life, but it seems to me more like the wanderlust he exhibits elsewhere, e.g. taking off for Alaska.

On page 5, Walt mentions telling someone off and also mentioning what looks like the guy’s “P. G. flying.” I’m not sure if those are the letters, though, or worse, what they stand for.

A transcript follows the letter images.



Good Evening Sweetheart

Are you ready for a sugar report? Yeah, I reckon you are. I’m a little later writing but better late then never.

Our Flt. has a day off tomorrow—that is from combat flying, so I think I’ll take two or three of my new boys up for a Rat Race—There is nothing like an acrobatic flight to teach a guy how to handle an aeroplane. Everytime I get a chance I rat race—The fellows like to fly with me because they know I’ll always give ’em a good time at the end of a mission. Ha.

I got quite a lengthy letter from you yesterday—I believe you must have enlarged

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the living room—I can’t possibly imagine how you get all the articles you mentioned in the room I remember—but then—I guess it is probably like a car—always room for one or two more.—I’ve been wondering—If I came home we’d have to sleep on the floor—Ha—No—I guess we could find a place somewhere—I can think of several between Frisco and N. York.—Have a cig. Honey while I try to pick up another drink.

Have you ever figured out a place to spend our Honeymoon or are you going to let it ride until the time comes. You might think about it now and then—There may

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be a certain location that we would like to visit at the time I come home—If not we could always fall back on your original plans.—I wouldn’t be at all surprised if you had already picked out a spot—or several perhaps.

This whiskey is pretty potent tonight—there is no ice.—If this letter begins to sound more or less incoherent you’ll have to blame it on the iceman—I mean the one over here—I’m not worried about the one over there.

If the war lasts long enough I reckon we will get some traveling anyway if we intend to stay together—and I don’t know

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of or can’t think of anything that will keep us apart.

Do you know Honey—it bothers me to think of this war ending—I guess it is just the feeling of insecurity or something similar—Everybody I know wants the war to end so they can be a Civilian—Me—I’m different—I want the war to end but the Civilian part worries me. Nobody knows but me how unstable I am—unless you’ve already guessed it.—I don’t think you have tho.—You tell me that I’ve completed everything I’ve started since I met you—but that is something I very seldom do—Maybe I aim a little too

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high and what I make in the end is satisfactory—I’ll tell you the big trouble while I’m at it.—I am to damn independent and my temper gets me into positions that my pride won’t let be back out of—then after all is said and done I say—you fool—lost your temper again.

If you don’t know yet what brought this all/ or all this on I’ll tell you—I told the wrong guy off and at the same time told him about his P. G. [?] flying. And—I think once more my temper has placed me in an unenviable position—See.—Oh well—Such is life.—Save your breath—I’ll tell you

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all about it someday.

Well Honey—Guess I’d better bring this letter to a “screeching halt”—Some of the boys want me to play bridge and besides I have writers cramp—Ha.—

I love you Sweetheart—Think at times I can’t wait ’til I get home to see you.—

Sleep tight

Goodnight Sweetheart

I Love You

x Walt x


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