<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481</id><updated>2011-12-25T08:57:27.823-05:00</updated><category term='Mail'/><category term='Blend'/><category term='Harold &quot;Junior&quot; Wurtz'/><category term='Whiskey'/><category term='Morrison'/><category term='Gould'/><category term='Harold P. Stangol'/><category term='Kay Kyser'/><category term='348th'/><category term='Photo'/><category term='Raining'/><category term='John Barnes'/><category term='D-Day'/><category term='Bing Crosby'/><category term='Betty'/><category term='Native Village'/><category term='Beer'/><category term='Dottie'/><category term='Official Letters'/><category term='Wheeler'/><category term='Personal Letters'/><category term='P-47'/><category term='Biak'/><category term='Laurel and Hardy'/><category term='4th of July'/><category term='Vmail'/><category term='Poker'/><category term='Ward'/><category term='Red Cross'/><category term='Kenneth A. Steel'/><category term='Aunt Martha'/><category term='Mission'/><category term='Cribbage'/><category term='Bob Hope'/><category term='Noemfoor'/><category term='Jack Benny'/><category term='Brandy'/><category term='Baker'/><category term='Money'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Swimming'/><category term='Freddie Martin'/><category term='Post Card'/><category term='Mary'/><category term='George Burgess'/><title type='text'>One Pilot's War</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-2377359434663017864</id><published>2010-10-08T17:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T17:27:38.789-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Burgess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 07-21-1944</title><content type='html'>Friday 2030&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07-21-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I got thinking about that letter I wrote you last night, and I kind of wish I hadn’t written it now. I am afraid it might make you think I am unhappy over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is not the case however. I will admit that I was (and still am not) not happy about George. I think he is going to be OK though, and he is getting sent home, so it does have a wee bit of good in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also am afraid you might worry about something similar happening to me. I hope I can put your mind at rest as to that. Things like that happen rarely, and he had a lot of tough breaks. His trip in the jungle, and operation ect. Besides he is a bit more excitable than I am. Practically always I can manage to enjoy what little there is to enjoy here. And not brood on what there isn’t! Sometimes the lack of mail really gets under my skin, but I tell myself it isn’t anyone’s fault but the mailman’s, and I will eventually get some. So I get by alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our morale got a big boost in the last two days. They got some fresh meat, butter, and real eggs! That is the first we have had here in nearly 2 months. We had steaks last night, and again tonight. They were tough, but after all the bull beef we have seen they were still good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I though of something you might send me darling. I am going to run out of foot powder one of these days, and I would like another can of that Geminol. In this hot climate our feet catch the devil, and we have to just try using plenty of powder on them every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if I told you that we are getting plenty of cigarettes now free, so you need not waste money on sending them to me. I’d still like an occasional cigar though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out on a strafing mission the other day. Four of us were on alert all afternoon, and a transport pilot came in to tell us about seeing some Japs crossing a river not far from here. So we hopped over to see if we could find them. We did not see anything. You can’t see an inch into that thick jungle from the air. Just on general principal we strafed the area around where they had been seen though. Probably didn’t do any good, but it was fun shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t think of much to say other than this little bit honey. Except to remind you that I am very much in love with my little Edie. Always and all ways1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-2377359434663017864?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/2377359434663017864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=2377359434663017864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/2377359434663017864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/2377359434663017864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/10/letter-home-07-21-1944.html' title='Letter Home 07-21-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-4228843972950180657</id><published>2010-10-07T19:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T19:47:42.326-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Burgess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 07-20-1944</title><content type='html'>Thursday 2100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07-20-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just not in any mood to write last night, and I still am not tonight. However I guess I will at least say hello anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I fell bad is about George Burgess. He had a nervous breakdown, and I just heard about it yesterday. I guess it happened the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one good point about it. He is being sent home. They say he should be OK when he gets out of here. I sure hope so. He was supposed to be evacuated today, but the plane he was going on had a bit of trouble, so I don’t know if he got out today or not. I suppose they will take him to one of the hospitals in the rear area for a while first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they don’t keep him there long. The best thing for him I think would be to get him out of here entirely as soon as possible. Or sooner! I sure hope he comes out OK on it. He is one good guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if they notify his folks in a case like that or not, and I don’t know if it would be a good idea either. Just something that would worry them some more. Perhaps it is best to simply let him get home and then tell them he is there. I don’t think I would tell them. By the time he gets home he will no doubt be OK, and they would have worried for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still haven’t had any more mail since I got that one letter from you. Sure wish they would bring some in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I will say good night darling. I love you very much – always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-4228843972950180657?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/4228843972950180657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=4228843972950180657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/4228843972950180657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/4228843972950180657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/10/letter-home-07-20-1944.html' title='Letter Home 07-20-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-3065851821336350172</id><published>2010-09-12T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T14:53:03.291-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laurel and Hardy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack Benny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mail'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 07-18-1944</title><content type='html'>Tuesday 2130&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07-18-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very lucky, and a very happy kid tonight. I finally got a letter from my lovely wife. I was the only guy in the tent that got one. The other boys haven’t had any yet. I hope this is only the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope by now you are out of the rut you say you were in. Feeling restless and all. Just take it easy honey. This will all be over eventually. I hope soon, but it can’t go on forever. Then we can settle down to our own life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems as if you are having quite a time with people moving in and out. I imagine having Freddy there will be better than having Patsy though. She will be company for both you and Mom. Also a little less worry for Mom than Patsy was I hope. Can’t picture it being otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started to rain rather early last night, and has been raining steadily nearly all day. It finally stopped around 5 this evening. That was a break, because they had a movie tonight. It was a Laurel and Hardy job. Not too good, but it helps kill a little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made an announcement that Jack Benny arrived in New Guinea with a troupe to entertain the boys. He was greeted, they said, by Lanny Ross. I wonder if they will get up here where we are??? There are quite a number of places they could go though, so we won’t be very surprised if they don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will say goodnight now darling. I love you lots and lots. Don’t get too impatient till this is over, and take good care of you for me won’t you? I love you – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-3065851821336350172?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/3065851821336350172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=3065851821336350172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/3065851821336350172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/3065851821336350172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/09/letter-home-07-18-1944.html' title='Letter Home 07-18-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-4387724002039896068</id><published>2010-09-11T12:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T12:01:00.149-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harold P. Stangol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 07-17-1944</title><content type='html'>Monday 1500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07-17-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last we have hopes of getting some mail soon. I finally got one Vmail letter from my sister Mary. Now we at least think they know where we are, so maybe we will be getting some. I sure hope I hear from you soon. I can’t tell you how much I enjoy your letters, nor how much I miss them when I don’t get any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the mail clerk of the Squadron a little while ago, and aked him if there was any mail, but he said no. Then he asked me if you still used green ink. He remembered it from back in Providence. I don’t know if I told you how Morrison asked about you when I first saw him or not. Anyway he asked how Miss Green was. Do you remember me telling you that is what he called you when we were at Westover living together. Just before we were married. Happy day that was! I sure am a lucky guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stangel and I just got back from having a swim. We lie on the beach more than we swim I think. We just go in and get wet, then lie on the beach taking it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the enlisted men just came in the tent with something for Wurtz. He is an operations clerk, and knows all the pilots. He asked me what I hear from Flint, and I said nothing lately. Doggone it! He is from Saginaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I can’t think of much to say today. It gets kind of hard to write when they mess up our mail so much. This one way traffic gets monotonous to us after an extended period like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we have a movie tonight. Even if we have seen if before it is still something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you darling very much. Take good care of you for me won’t you? I love you – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-4387724002039896068?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/4387724002039896068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=4387724002039896068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/4387724002039896068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/4387724002039896068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/09/letter-home-07-17-1944.html' title='Letter Home 07-17-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-6910701168308380643</id><published>2010-09-08T18:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T18:40:01.088-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 07-16-1944</title><content type='html'>Sunday 1630&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07-16-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the boys in the other Squadrons got some mail the other day. Yesterday I think it was. That is the first any of us have received, so we are hoping that maybe we can look for some soon. We all have our fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped in the Dentist’s office to get a drink this afternoon, and an enlisted man was reading a letter. He looked up and remarked that it was always the same old stuff. He wrote the same things home every day, and the letters he got were all alike. He seemed griped in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was his opinion. I don’t know how you feel about getting the same stuff from me all the time, but I certainly enjoy hearing all the little ordinary things that happen to you at home, and your troubles, thoughts, happiness, or what have you. I feel as if I am closer to you then, and sharing everything with you somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They passed a new rule today that we have to keep our tents tidier. The beds have to be made unless you are in them during the day ect. I can’t see where there is much to making up a bed here. All I do is straighten out the blanket a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the tidiness of the rest of the tent there was room for improvement though. I had an old torn cot that I was in the habit of throwing all my stuff on, so instead of that I built a couple of racks to use today. Helped quite a bit too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is almost time to eat, so I think I will say so long for now. I love you very much sweetheart – always and all ways. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-6910701168308380643?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/6910701168308380643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=6910701168308380643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/6910701168308380643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/6910701168308380643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/09/letter-home-07-16-1944.html' title='Letter Home 07-16-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-7328071380690666077</id><published>2010-07-15T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T16:31:16.511-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harold P. Stangol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poker'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 07-14-1944</title><content type='html'>Friday 1800&lt;br /&gt;07-14-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the boys in the tent took a trip over to the mainland today to see about getting some souvenirs. He sure is crazy about that. If he takes home all the stuff he hopes to get he will need two trunks to carry it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway he did get a few booklets in Japanese. Evidently they are field manuals. He also got some of the Jap invasion money. There two I am sending you are part of it. They aren’t worth anything. The Japs were going to use them to pay the natives for helping them. I suppose they did use some of it. Maybe that is one of the reasons the natives hate the Japs so much. They certainly don’t have any use for them. They take everything from the natives, but never give them anything in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TD9va45aCtI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/3UxnljdaisE/s1600/Japanese+Invasion+Money+1+Front.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TD9va45aCtI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/3UxnljdaisE/s400/Japanese+Invasion+Money+1+Front.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TD9vdp_OtpI/AAAAAAAAAXY/2moW9hk2qEI/s1600/Japanese+Invasion+Money+1+Back.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="168" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TD9vdp_OtpI/AAAAAAAAAXY/2moW9hk2qEI/s400/Japanese+Invasion+Money+1+Back.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TD9vgTjBSQI/AAAAAAAAAXg/C68JZm-bdVE/s1600/Japanese+Invasion+Money+5+Front.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TD9vgTjBSQI/AAAAAAAAAXg/C68JZm-bdVE/s400/Japanese+Invasion+Money+5+Front.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TD9viiUee6I/AAAAAAAAAXo/kM5NSYaYu7Y/s1600/Japanese+Invasion+Money+5+Back.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TD9viiUee6I/AAAAAAAAAXo/kM5NSYaYu7Y/s400/Japanese+Invasion+Money+5+Back.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides this money I guess I better send you some real stuff that can be used in the good old USA. I don’t know if I will get a chance to go to the finance office tomorrow or not, but if I don’t I will do it as soon as I can. I think I will be able to send you $200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got interrupted to go to the show. It was Bob Hope in “&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0036427/"&gt;They Got Me Covered&lt;/a&gt;.” It was old, but I’d never seen it before, so I enjoyed it quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than to complain of a lack of mail I don’t think there is much more I have to say. I hope we start getting something soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of something just now that I would like. A finger nail clipper. Not for my finger nails – for my toe nails. I used to have a nice sharp pair of scissors, but I guess I put them in my foot locker. I got a pair over here and they are big dull things. I used one of the boy’s clippers and it worked OK. So since it is small I though you might be able to send me one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the boys in the mess hall the other day said he had a letter from his mother, and she said that it was no longer necessary to have a request to send packages to officers overseas. I don’t know if it is true, or if it includes enlisted men or not. I meant to tell you before, and let you check up on it, but I forgot it till just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I could not think of anything, and then wrote another whole page. I certainly ramble along at times don’t I? Now I see I have one more sheet of paper in this pad, so I may as well wrack my brain a bit and ramble some more to use it. I thought the other night I only had one pad left, but I found this one with a few sheets in it, so I still have a pad left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t take any effort to think of how much I love you. I do that all the time every day. I think of you a lot also all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stangel asked me to something about my drinking at home, and if you drank. It reminded me of the one time I got tight with you. Remember what’s his names party? I know – How could you forget it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played a little poker last night. That is the first in quite a while. Not bad though. That’s why I can send you some money. If I am lucky maybe the boys will help build us a hut yet eh? Don’t worry darling I am still careful, and don’t just gamble everything I own whenever I do play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you very much sweetheart. Always and all ways. Deed I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-7328071380690666077?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/7328071380690666077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=7328071380690666077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/7328071380690666077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/7328071380690666077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/07/letter-home-07-14-1944.html' title='Letter Home 07-14-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TD9va45aCtI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/3UxnljdaisE/s72-c/Japanese+Invasion+Money+1+Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-656941397005452783</id><published>2010-07-13T15:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T15:26:47.193-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 07-13-1944</title><content type='html'>Thursday 1700&lt;br /&gt;07-13-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got a few minutes before chow, so I will use it to the best advantage. And what could be better than talking to you. Being with you and talking to you personally instead of in a letter of course would be better I guess. Or rather I know it would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up at 4:30 this morning for a mission, and then did not go. We all went out to the planes, and I couldn’t get mine started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys in the tent here are arguing about how much damage either of them have done to planes since they have been flying. They are really radical about it. I can hardly hear myself think they are hollering accusations at each other so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just changed, and now the argument is about poetry and Shakespeare. What a crew! Never can tell what will come next. Anyway it is a bit of variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went swimming this afternoon. While you are in the water it is nice, but when you get out and start to dry off a bit you feel too sticky. That is the salt water. I prefer some of our lakes back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at a loss of things to talk about tonight for some reason. However I am never at a loss for one thing to tell you always. That is I love you. Which I do very much indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-656941397005452783?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/656941397005452783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=656941397005452783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/656941397005452783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/656941397005452783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/07/letter-home-07-13-1944.html' title='Letter Home 07-13-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-2590349141223440734</id><published>2010-07-12T17:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T17:15:25.574-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whiskey'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 07-12-1944</title><content type='html'>Wednesday 1600&lt;br /&gt;07-12-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a sample of our new money. We just got paid yesterday. I meant to send you this last night, but I forgot it. It is one Guilder, and is worth 53 cents. Since they are only worth half as much as American bills it seems as if we are getting an extra amount when they pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TDuFu9jDdaI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ycxFd3FTxiE/s1600/Netherlands+Gulden+Front.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TDuFu9jDdaI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ycxFd3FTxiE/s400/Netherlands+Gulden+Front.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TDuFxfM6X_I/AAAAAAAAAXI/QsgD8JKiJcU/s1600/Netherlands+Gulden+Back.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TDuFxfM6X_I/AAAAAAAAAXI/QsgD8JKiJcU/s400/Netherlands+Gulden+Back.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However it should help remind us more of the value of money. When we had Aussie stuff we did not really pay attention to its value. The boys would throw Pound notes and 5 Pound notes around like our dollar bills and five spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually they would be spending $3 on the Pound, and $15 on the 5 Pounders. With these we can throw a whole handful around, and not spend very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money doesn’t mean much over here though. For example two buck privates from some infantry battalion were around here today that had a Jap rifle and a mortar gun. They wanted to trade them for some whiskey. They would not sell them either. Money was of no use to them. They could not spend it if they had any. They only want something they can use right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stationary supply is running very low. I don’t think they have any in the PX either, so perhaps you could send me some? I don’t know what pads like this would be best. I have plenty of air mail envelopes now. I laid in a supply just in case we hit a spot where we can’t get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been trying to get some laundry for about 4 or 5 days now. They washed it the first day, but ever since it had been wet. Just when it begins to get dry it starts to rain again. Today has been a pretty nice day though, so perhaps I will finally get some clean clothes. I sure need them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last sheet in this pad. I’ve got one more to last a while longer though. I guess I will quit for now too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you sweetheart lots and lots – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-2590349141223440734?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/2590349141223440734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=2590349141223440734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/2590349141223440734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/2590349141223440734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/07/letter-home-07-12-1944.html' title='Letter Home 07-12-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TDuFu9jDdaI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ycxFd3FTxiE/s72-c/Netherlands+Gulden+Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-3104928471768872189</id><published>2010-07-12T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T14:02:32.419-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Burgess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whiskey'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 07-11-1944</title><content type='html'>Tuesday 2130&lt;br /&gt;7-11-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soaking wet tonight, so I think I had best get to bed early. We went to the show to see “&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johnny_Eager"&gt;Johnny Eager&lt;/a&gt;”, and it started to rain when it was nearly over. Naturally we had to see how it cam out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn’t the worst of it though. We were using my sack to sit on at the show, so it is wet too. The bottom half of the air mattress is fairly dry, so I guess I will get by. I put two blankets on it to help absorb what water is on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a quart of whiskey a few nights ago. George Burgess came over the second night we had it, and the two of us each had one drink apiece out of it. The rest of the boys hadn’t even touched it. Last night George came over again, and we were going to have a drink, only to find the bottle gone. Isn’t that a heck of a note? Someone swiped practically a whole quart on us. Next time we get a hold of a bottle we will sure hide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whiskey is combat whiskey. After each mission all the pilots are supposed to get a shot if they want it. They don’t issue it that way here. Every tent gets a bottle occasionally instead. I guess it is every couple of weeks. So we have to wait a while to get another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone has a Victrola around here and they are playing a lot of old numbers that remind me of you. I sure hope the day comes soon when we can listen to a few records in the front room together. Maybe if I am not too lazy I might even ask you to dance with me to a couple of them. Would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I will crawl in my sack now darling. I love you very very much – always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-3104928471768872189?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/3104928471768872189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=3104928471768872189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/3104928471768872189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/3104928471768872189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/07/letter-home-07-11-1944.html' title='Letter Home 07-11-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-6684939503351169481</id><published>2010-07-10T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T17:02:30.324-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noemfoor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 07-10-1944</title><content type='html'>Monday 1630&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07-10-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear that we have a show tonight, so best I try writing to you before supper. I hope we have something good tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were just discussing a couple of rumors we have been hearing. One is that after being over here 10 months they intend to send the boys home for 2 months. Then bring them back here to their old outfit. That is not supposed to start for some time though, so I don’t know if this time we put in until then will count or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another rumor is that once a guy gets sent home he stays there. So you see we can’t believe anything. All we can do is wait to see what happens. At any rate I doubt if anything will happen to us for a year or so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on a mission the other day up over &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Biak"&gt;Biak&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Noemfoor"&gt;Noemfoor&lt;/a&gt;, but we did not see anything but our own planes. We have a tough time finding Japs these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be coming on towards the rainy seasons around here. It has rained every night for the past 5 nights. Also we had a couple of day’s rain and bad weather. We don’t complain about rain at night. When that happens we can be fairly sure of a good night’s sleep. The bombers like a nice clear night to do their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are feeling the lack of mail quite a bit these days. We don’t really expect any for a few more weeks, but that doesn’t stop us from missing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nigh on to being time to eat. Maybe I better leave you for now. You will still be with me though all the time in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that is because I love you so much. Could be! Anyway I do love you – but definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-6684939503351169481?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/6684939503351169481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=6684939503351169481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/6684939503351169481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/6684939503351169481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/07/letter-home-07-10-1944.html' title='Letter Home 07-10-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-1910907021622710834</id><published>2010-07-09T16:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T16:48:41.240-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 07-09-1944</title><content type='html'>Sunday 2030&lt;br /&gt;07-09-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all tired out tonight, so I hope you won’t mind a short letter. We just came back from a nice long mission, and I don’t feel like sitting down again for a week. We landed just before it got dark, and it took us quite some time to take the boat over here, and eat ect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are having a show tonight too, but it was already started by the time we got here. By now it is probably half finished. I don’t think I’d care to sit through it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you darling. Very much, but I think I will hit the sack – Good night – I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-1910907021622710834?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/1910907021622710834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=1910907021622710834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/1910907021622710834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/1910907021622710834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/07/letter-home-07-09-1944.html' title='Letter Home 07-09-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-3800389241889334584</id><published>2010-07-09T14:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T14:09:52.903-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wheeler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morrison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blend'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 07-08-1944</title><content type='html'>Saturday 1930&lt;br /&gt;07-08-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice day of rest today. The weather was bad, so we could not fly. It rained all last night, and all morning. This afternoon it stopped raining, but the weather still was no good for flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of us happened to be down at the beach this afternoon when a couple of guys were going fishing, so we went along. They had one of the landing barges to cruise around in, and it was quite a nice ride for the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 5 of us fishing, but only one guy caught anything. He got a kingfish that I imagine must have weighed around 10 or 12 lbs. It was nearly 2 ft, or so long. The rest of us just fished – period!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night just as I started to write you they called us all over to the C.O.’s tent. I thought it was to be a meeting of some kind, but found out different. He had three or four quarts of whiskey, and was having a bit of a party. Most of the boys – no I should say only a few – got to feeling pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons, or perhaps the only reason, for the party was to celebrate the promotions of three of the boys. Morrison, Wheeler, and Blend got their Captaincies, so they had to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along about 10 o’clock I was getting read to leave, when I met with a slight accident. One of the boys was standing in front of me with a drink in his hand, and someone hit his arm. Nearly all the drink hit me right in the face. I was blind from the whiskey in my eyes, and was trying to get it out, when someone decided to help me. He took a glass of water, and threw it in my face. Kind of rough first aid, but it sure felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that settled it I was soaking wet, so I left. I came back here to the tent, and took off my clothes. Then I was going to write you, but my eyes still burned, and it was beginning to give me a bit of a headache. I hope you will excuse me (and the boys) for the little mishap. Am I forgiven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that I can tell you a little more about where I am now. I am not in New Guinea any more. I am on a little island off its coast. Can’t say what one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember I said we lived quite a distance from our strip? Well in fact we are living on another island. The two of them are quite small, and very close together. We take a barge across the water that separates them every morning when we go to work. It is a pretty nice set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that’s all the news for tonight darling. Except that I love you very much – always I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-3800389241889334584?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/3800389241889334584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=3800389241889334584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/3800389241889334584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/3800389241889334584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/07/letter-home-07-08-1944.html' title='Letter Home 07-08-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-102897706714794992</id><published>2010-07-08T16:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T15:32:54.111-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harold P. Stangol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harold &quot;Junior&quot; Wurtz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenneth A. Steel'/><title type='text'>Full Color Photos of the 341st Fighter Squadron in New Guinea 1944</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TDY3Y9kMcuI/AAAAAAAAAV4/fzqhUlDNikc/s1600/Color+-+George+M+Barnes+-+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TDY3Y9kMcuI/AAAAAAAAAV4/fzqhUlDNikc/s400/Color+-+George+M+Barnes+-+1.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;George M. Barnes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TDY3aPhOnHI/AAAAAAAAAWA/lsGlTvPXuls/s1600/Color+-+George+M+Barnes+-+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TDY3aPhOnHI/AAAAAAAAAWA/lsGlTvPXuls/s400/Color+-+George+M+Barnes+-+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;George M. Barnes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TDY3bdR4X2I/AAAAAAAAAWI/yjnldWbJWTE/s1600/Color+-+George+M+Barnes+-+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TDY3bdR4X2I/AAAAAAAAAWI/yjnldWbJWTE/s400/Color+-+George+M+Barnes+-+4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;George M. Barnes and his plane, "Little Edie" named after his wife Edith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TDY3RnMpbCI/AAAAAAAAAVg/gdhekdYR6yU/s1600/Color+-+AB+le+Line+-+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TDY3RnMpbCI/AAAAAAAAAVg/gdhekdYR6yU/s400/Color+-+AB+le+Line+-+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;George M. Barnes (Left)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TDY3WWcNX4I/AAAAAAAAAVo/VWyU992fZdQ/s1600/Color+-+AB+le+Line+-+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TDY3WWcNX4I/AAAAAAAAAVo/VWyU992fZdQ/s400/Color+-+AB+le+Line+-+3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;George M. Barnes (Right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TDY3XpeLQvI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VoqdaidWOYU/s1600/Color+-+AB+le+Line+-+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TDY3XpeLQvI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VoqdaidWOYU/s400/Color+-+AB+le+Line+-+4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;George M. Barnes (Center)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TDY3eVgpMXI/AAAAAAAAAWY/XizBDBHQVoY/s1600/Color+-+Harold+Jr.+Wurtz,+Kenneth+A+Steel,+George+M+Barnes,+Harold+P+Seangel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TDY3eVgpMXI/AAAAAAAAAWY/XizBDBHQVoY/s400/Color+-+Harold+Jr.+Wurtz,+Kenneth+A+Steel,+George+M+Barnes,+Harold+P+Seangel.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;R to L: Harold "Junior" Wurtz, Kenneth A. Steel, George M. Barnes, Harold P. Stangol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TDY3fjUbWXI/AAAAAAAAAWg/F7ShQlevy3k/s1600/Color+-+Jenny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TDY3fjUbWXI/AAAAAAAAAWg/F7ShQlevy3k/s400/Color+-+Jenny.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The "Jenny"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TDY3iOIeODI/AAAAAAAAAWo/sELDaQO8HUY/s1600/Color+-+Little+Edie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TDY3iOIeODI/AAAAAAAAAWo/sELDaQO8HUY/s400/Color+-+Little+Edie.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;George M. Barnes and the "Little Edie"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-102897706714794992?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/102897706714794992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=102897706714794992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/102897706714794992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/102897706714794992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/07/full-color-photos-of-341st-fighter.html' title='Full Color Photos of the 341st Fighter Squadron in New Guinea 1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TDY3Y9kMcuI/AAAAAAAAAV4/fzqhUlDNikc/s72-c/Color+-+George+M+Barnes+-+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-2705523324634437670</id><published>2010-07-08T13:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T14:47:00.391-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Burgess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 07-06-1944</title><content type='html'>Thursday 1430&lt;br /&gt;07-06-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so hot today that I am wringing wet. I’ve got the afternoon off, so I though I would log a little sack time. I tried it, but I was soon lying in a pool of water, and had to give it up. I will try to cool off talking to you. I don’t know if that will work though, because I always feel warm and happy when I think of what a lucky guy I am to have you for my wife. I sure do love you darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well look who just walked in! Burgess no less. He wants we should go take a swim, and lie around the beach a while. I will be back later to finish this later. Bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am again. We just finished up supper. There were sausages for a change. I am not over fond of these big fat sausages they have in the Army, but it was still better than Bully Beef!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George and I had a pretty nice lazy afternoon down on the beach. I don’t care too much for salt water, because I can’t swim very well, and every once in a while I was swallowing some of it. Not a very satisfying drink either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear tell they have some Coca-Cola tonight. It is rationed so everyone gets 4 glasses a month. The cooling machine had been busted the past week though, so there were no cokes for anyone. Best I get over to see about getting some of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt up something else you could send me. I’d like a pair of shorts. Maybe there was a pair in the clothes I sent home. I don’t mean underwear. It is khaki I want to use when we play volley ball ect. I have been considering cutting the legs off a pair of trousers, and I may do so yet. However they would not last long if the weren’t hemmed, and naturally if I cut them they won’t be. So if you could send me a pair I would appreciate it very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will go see about the Cokes now. I love you lots and lots honey. I hope you are well and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-2705523324634437670?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/2705523324634437670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=2705523324634437670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/2705523324634437670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/2705523324634437670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/07/letter-home-07-06-1944.html' title='Letter Home 07-06-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-5860718512341809955</id><published>2010-07-07T16:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T14:47:27.599-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Burgess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morrison'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 07-05-1944</title><content type='html'>Wednesday 1900&lt;br /&gt;07-05-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the long vacation is over. We are working again. We flew our first mission at last. These missions run a lot longer than any we ever had before. By the time it gets to be 3 to 4 hours or more our fannies are plenty sore. I never got so sick of sitting on one spot before. We can’t squirm around very much either, because we are strapped in very well by the safety belt and shoulder straps. Of course I suppose we could loosen them up, but after one experience I had (remember?) I want them tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have to sit on a little rubber boat without any cushion. It is made into part of the parachute, and there isn’t any room for the cushion. Doggone it is hard too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I did not think I would be able to work for a week, but after playing some volley ball, and taking a shower I feel pretty good. Very surprising. I feel as if I am ready to go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a pretty fair set up here. We can usually get ice water every day. They have a little kitchen set up on the line too were we can get sandwiches and cold drinks also. I had something good last night too. These boys got hold of some canned chicken, and they were making sandwiches in their…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…get me some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burgess and Morrison wandered in as I finished that last line, and they have kept me busy batting the breeze all night. Now it is time for lights out, so I have to hurry up to say good night. Don’t blame the boys too much for the interruption will you. It is swell to see them and talk to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you very much darling. Always and all ways – Take care of you for me won’t you? I love you – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-5860718512341809955?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/5860718512341809955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=5860718512341809955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/5860718512341809955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/5860718512341809955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/07/letter-home-07-05-1944.html' title='Letter Home 07-05-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-4178810505122479633</id><published>2010-07-06T14:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T14:49:27.491-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Burgess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th of July'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 07-04-1944</title><content type='html'>Tuesday 1800&lt;br /&gt;07-04-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Honey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally in the old outfit. When we got here to the Group the rest of the boys had not been assigned to Squadrons yet, but they had me all slated to get back in the 341st. It sure is nice to be here with the old gang. They haven’t changed any. Still a pretty swell bunch I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are probably wondering what I have been doing, because I haven’t written for two days. I did not mean to neglect you darling. We were too busy, and I did not get a chance to do any writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day we spent coming here. Then yesterday we had to go through the process of building another happy home. Besides doing that we had to dig a fox hole. Up till now we did not have to do that. However they have had a few raids here, so it behooves us to invest in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually the raids here only consist of a very few planes, and they never drop bombs in our area. We are quite a distance from the planes and everything. The Japs don’t have hardly any planes left in this area. What the bombers (ours) did not wreck on the ground, our fighters have taken care of in the air. Most of the boys haven’t even seen a Nip since around March. They still keep their eyes peeled of course while patrolling though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it fine here. We can go swimming if we want to, and there are practically no bugs or mosquitoes to bother us. The food is fairly good. Except that we still get too much bully beef. Those are all just minor discomforts. On the whole it is a nice set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we did not have any lights. We got our tent set up and all, but we had no wire and stuff to use. We remedied that today, so when it gets dark tonight we should have some lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an air raid alert the other night, but we did not see anything. The big guns of the Ack Ack boys were shooting at something, but nothing came of it. All it meant was a loss of about an hours sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We crawled in our fox holes and waited, but nothing happened. Those big guns certainly blast when they go off. It really shakes the place every time on goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing them and hearing them remind me of fireworks, which in turns reminds me that today is fore crackers day, the 4th of July, and that reminded me that Dad has a birthday today. So although this might get to you a month late will you wish him a happy birthday for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know when Mom’s birthday is, but if you let me know I will try to remember to wish her a happy birthday when it comes. In case I am already too late wish her one for me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Burgess has a dog here, and she just had ten pups recently. I haven’t been over to see them yet, but he says they have had a lot of laughs from them. The dog is an Australian Retriever or something like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another of the boys has a Cocker Spaniel that just had pups. Three of them, and they are cute as the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best I sign off for now sweetheart, or I won’t have anything left to tell you tomorrow. I enjoy talking to you too much, and get to rambling occasionally. Do you mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you very much darling. Always and all ways – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. – I’ve got a new address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;341st F.S. – APO #565 Unit 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-4178810505122479633?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/4178810505122479633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=4178810505122479633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/4178810505122479633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/4178810505122479633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/07/letter-home-07-04-1944.html' title='Letter Home 07-04-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-39968864068190961</id><published>2010-07-01T16:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T15:33:34.004-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harold &quot;Junior&quot; Wurtz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='348th'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 06-30-1944</title><content type='html'>Friday 1900&lt;br /&gt;06-30-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still doing business here at the same old stand, although (can’t spell tonight) we haven’t been flying since they told us we were being assigned to the 348th. We certainly are ready to go join them whenever they give the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had hopes that I might get a letter or two from you before we left. However for the past few days no one has received any mail. I know that once we leave here our mail will very likely be balled up for almost a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be an extraordinary number of bugs buzzing around here tonight. The worst of are the little flying ants. We always have a lot of little brown ants here, but tonight they have wings, and they keep bothering the dickens out of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to get a hair cut today. My hair was getting about an inch long. First thing I knew it would be getting in my eyes. Mostly what bothered me really was the way it was starting to curl over my ears. Now that is remedied now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior is cussing New Guinea tonight, the bugs, woods and everything. He is very disgusted, and wishes he was back in England. He is a really good kid, and will be ok, all of the boys are telling him he is crazy. Everyone else is glad they are here. His real name is Wurtz, and he comes from Dearborn. He is the youngest one here, and that won him the moniker of Junior. Usually he is one of the best natured boys I know of, but he is disgusted with this place tonight. In much different words of course. I couldn’t write the actual language being tossed around here at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However he feels about it doesn’t change our opinion. This is where we want to be, other than to be at home. Since we have to go somewhere to fight this is the best in most of the boy’s opinion. Don’t get me wrong Darling. I am not praising the jungle life. If we were over in England we would find plenty to be griped about too I think. This to my mind is the lesser of the two evils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These ants are getting in my hair too much darling, and I don’t have too much news tonight, so I think I will sign off for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you – always and all ways. No matter how far apart we are you are always here with me in my heart. Take good care of you for me won’t you? I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-39968864068190961?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/39968864068190961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=39968864068190961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/39968864068190961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/39968864068190961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/07/letter-home-06-30-1944.html' title='Letter Home 06-30-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-4127006032446194906</id><published>2010-06-30T15:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T14:53:39.646-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='348th'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 06-29-1944</title><content type='html'>Wednesday 1700&lt;br /&gt;6-29-44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Thursday I found out after putting Wed at the top there. That is how things go here. We can’t keep track of the days. I just took someone else’s word that it was Wed, and that started a slight dispute, so I looked it up on your little calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a long meeting last night, so I did not get around to writing to you. It was on a new jungle kit, and they went through it completely. By the time they were through it was sack time. I hope you don’t mind too much darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had something of importance to tell you too. The night before last they had the bar open again. I don’t know where they got it, but they had ice for the drinks. What a difference that makes! They were about 500% better. I only had about 5 drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think we are going to get paid on time this month. We are not assigned to this outfit, so we can’t get it with them. In fact, they are wondering how and where the money will come from to pay them. It is a good thing we don’t need much money around here. I am broke as far as actual cash goes. I’ve still got the travelers checks I brought with me from the States though. Why they told us to bring them I don’t know. We get paid in the money they use here, so why use checks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got interrupted to go eat. We had bully beef, so I only ate soup. They do have very good soup here. It was onion soup, and we all ate 2 or 3 bowls at least. We had some fresh eggs this morning for breakfast. That is what we enjoy most I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important news I have is something that I like very much. Some of us have been assigned to the 348th Group, and I am one of them. That is just what I have been hoping for. Now when we get to the Group I hope I am not disappointed. I don’t think I will be though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when I am leaving here of course, but I can’t tell you. You will know when I can do so though. I also will get a new APO# and then I can ask you to send me some things, now that I am permanently assigned to the 348th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure will be glad to get up there with the boys, and start doing something. We had enough of aerial gunnery and training ect back in the States. If we aren’t ready by now we may as well give up and I don’t think we need to do that. I believe all these boys are good pilots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will have to loose your letters now that we will have to be moving one of these days. I don’t have room to carry them. I think I will read them over before I do though. Best I do that now eh? I love you very much darling. Take care of you for me won’t you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-4127006032446194906?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/4127006032446194906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=4127006032446194906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/4127006032446194906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/4127006032446194906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/06/letter-home-06-29-1944.html' title='Letter Home 06-29-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-5918611188691179569</id><published>2010-06-28T16:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T14:54:50.461-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Betty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dottie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 06-27-1944</title><content type='html'>Thursday 1900&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06-27-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like everyone was pretty busy while Dottie was home. I bet everyone had a good time though. Too bad she could not stay longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got three letters from you today. The mail situation is a lot better here. I also got the Vmail you sent by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this you tell me about these 4F wolves keeping an eye on you in some bar? I can understand it though in a way, because you are a very lovely gal. So any man might be intrigued! However don’t pay any attention to them will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine Betty getting a big kick out of it. I’ll bet she teased you unmercifully. She is a pretty good sport I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got Dottie’s address, so now perhaps I can write her a little note some evening. In fact tonight is as good as any I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me to elaborate on going to town business I spoke of back where we were. Well there used to be people live in these towns in New Guinea. From what a few Aussies have said it was pretty much a summer vacation spot. They had a few hotels and a few houses there. There aren’t any civilians around now though. It is all Army, Navy and Aussies now. The only thing of any interest there was the Allied Officer’s Club. They did not have anything much to sell. In fact nothing in the line of drinking material. All they had was some cold drinks. Not much taste to them. Just circus water. During the day we could get tea and cakes. I think I told you about doing that one time. They also served dinners there, but I don’t know how they were. I was never in for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There aren’t really any towns as you know them at home. Every place is simply an Army or Navy base, or an air strip. There probably wont be any civilians around till long after the war is over. Any time the boys get leave here they fly down to Austrailia in transport planes. On the Army naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the boys are a bit disgusted about the leave situation. Usually, the leaves are given to the boys every three or four months. On a rotation system, so there is always someone on leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However in our case we have not been assigned to any outfit yet, and all this time we spend does not count on any leaves. That doesn’t bother me so much. I’d just as soon keep right on the job here till it was over. What I hope is that this time does count on how soon we get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the boys in the tent is from Detroit, and he just got a copy of the Detroit News today. It is the April 29th issue. We found a poem in it and a cartoon we got a kick out of. He kept the poem, but I copied it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only a Woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you might rest a moment in my arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only a moment fee from fact and fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of my soul would crumble at your wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of my heart open, to find you near.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you could pause, even a second’s breath,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forgetting time and reason and our duty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What might we learn of wonder and of depth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What cadence full of vast, eternal beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But we must stand, separate and long apart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hallowed for things larger than self and time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only a woman turns her eyes away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And longs to set a holocaust to rhyme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The poem I am serious about sweetheart, but I am only kidding about the cartoon. You will look good to me no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be running out of things to say soon, and won’t be able to write much to Dottie. Maybe I better sign off for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you darling very much. Every day is possible I love you more. I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-5918611188691179569?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/5918611188691179569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=5918611188691179569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/5918611188691179569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/5918611188691179569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/06/letter-home-06-26-1944_28.html' title='Letter Home 06-27-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-666271496710232746</id><published>2010-06-21T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T16:25:03.326-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 06-26-1944</title><content type='html'>Monday 2130&lt;br /&gt;06-26-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may get this letter written tonight, and then again I may not. The lights are starting to act up. They fade out till there is just a glow, and then come slowly back again. As yet they haven’t gone off for any length of time, so I hope they last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got three nice letters from you today. One included the lighter flints. Thank you very much darling. Also these came in their usual very correct order. I got #33, 39 and 49. I don’t think I will ever get straight on them, not till I get a big pile. It doesn’t bother me though. New or old, mixed up or otherwise it is always a pleasure to hear from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that our radio is gone we have to listen to an impromptu concert from one of the other tents. Usually there are two cornets, but tonight they have a saxophone helping them out. They aren’t good, but still not too bad. The only real difficulty is the way they get on one tune and practice it all night. With no noticeable improvement I might add! We used to be able to drown them out with the radio, but now we have to listen to it. Maybe by the time the war is over they might become real musicians. For anyone’s sake that has to listen to them I sincerely hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we have been here we have been able to get crackers and cookies through the Squadron supply. They are rationed a box or two per man every month. So with the crackers, and the occasional fruit we get, and the cans of peanut butter and jam we can swipe from the mess hall we have occasional little snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if the food that is lying around attracts the ants, but we sure have enough of them. They were here before we broke loose with any chow for them though, so I don’t think that is what brings them. We have them in bed with us, and when we sit around reading, writing, playing cards, or whatever – they come crawling up on us. They are small brown ants and can become a wee bit annoying at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about that tonight and thinking of how ants always show up to bother people at picnics. Anyone that spends any time over here shouldn’t have to worry about that much. Or about any bugs for that matter. We have every variety ever seen in the U.S. I do believe, and about a million new ones. Some of them are really dandies. The weirdest looking thinks imaginable. They don’t bother us too much. Mostly they spend their time and energy dive bombing the lights at night. Some of them sound like dive bombers too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all this isn’t a bad place to be. There are a lot of laughs every day to help make thinks agreeable. Like the guy that came in for a landing yesterday. We have three landing strips here that are fairly close together, but still quite distinct. Even flying here once is enough to orient a guy. Still this joker came in and peeled off to land on strip three, and on his approach se somehow got switched over to strip one. He is still being kidded about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the lights are due to go out soon. Before they do I must fix up my sack. Put my mosquito net up ect. Then to bed and I hope dream of my very lovely wife. I love you sweetheart. Very much and all the time. I sure hope this ends soon, so I can be with you all the time. I love you – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-666271496710232746?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/666271496710232746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=666271496710232746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/666271496710232746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/666271496710232746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/06/letter-home-06-26-1944.html' title='Letter Home 06-26-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-6799316050537692264</id><published>2010-06-17T13:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T15:02:20.585-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 06-25-1944</title><content type='html'>Sunday 1900&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06-25-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy I just hit the jackpot. I got eight letters from you. They were very old ones, but still lovely to read. Some of them were forwarded from Richmond even, so you can imagine how old they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my answer to the question I asked you about the bags and the money I sent home. I sure didn’t realize that we had as much in the bank as we do. If I can just send some more home occasionally while I am here, perhaps we might have a fair little nest egg to work on eh? I hope so. We will no doubt need it to use when I am digging ditches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kind of glad that you don’t feel like going out to get drunk with anyone but me. Of course I don’t expect us to really get drunk anytime. But I do enjoy a couple of drinks occasionally. Especially with you. I should really say I simply like to be with you. There doesn’t have to be any drinking last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had the bar open last night, and I went over with Ward to have a couple. That was all I wanted, and that was what I had – exactly two drinks. Ward got to working on the gin though, and got feeling pretty good. He was quite tight in fact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a kick out of him when he came rolling back to the tent. All of the rest of us were in our sacks already, and he was rambling on and on. He was very happily wound up, and said he like a nice quiet drunk like that. It brought back so many pleasant memories. No one had the imagination ect that a drunk like that has. He just kept going along that line till he fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t doubt that it does arouse pleasant memories, but it is not the least bit necessary really. When a guy has a lovely wife like you he doesn’t have to use anything to help arouse pleasant memories. They are with me all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ward said he hoped our wives realized how much we appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything we appreciate them more when we are so far away. He wouldn’t trade being married to his “Little Old Sweet Smelling Ever Loving” wife for a million dollars. I sure agree with him. I am much too happy being married to you. No one could put any monetary price on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I think I will sign off early tonight. I feel too full of things I’d like to say any of them. I’ll just lie down on my sack and read your letters again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you very much darling. Take good care of you for me won’t you? I love you – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-6799316050537692264?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/6799316050537692264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=6799316050537692264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/6799316050537692264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/6799316050537692264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/06/letter-home-06-25-1944.html' title='Letter Home 06-25-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-8318671374232811149</id><published>2010-06-14T16:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T16:58:44.121-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 06-24-1944</title><content type='html'>Saturday 2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-24-44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mail man slipped up today. He actually delivered one of your old letters. It was only two months old. Exactly that to the day. It was written on April 24. It is the first one I have received from my old APO# I had in Frisco, and #4 in the beginning of when you started to number them. I enjoyed it very much though. I don’t mind if they deliver old letters to me. Just so I get mail from you is all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I did not write, because I felt lousy. As soon as we finished supper I came back to the tent, and hit the sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However it did not turn out to be anything serious. I feel swell today. I guess I just ate some bully beef that did not agree with me. Or maybe it was the shock of having fresh eggs the day before. We had fried eggs for breakfast, and ham and eggs for supper. Then we had them for breakfast yesterday morning again. When they do get a few fresh eggs I guess they have to use them up in a hurry. They sure taste wonderful. No one is ever going to convince me that powdered eggs and dehydrated food can compare with the real McCoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks as if we will lose our radio. The guy that owns it is being sent back to where we just came from. It seems those three that got help up were not supposed to come here. They just told the boys to come, but they really had no orders to send them on. So now they have real orders to go back. Perhaps the matter will be straightened out and they will be back. We all hope so – we are going to miss the radio. Much more than the three guys! Even though they are pretty good eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our boys went to the hospital the other day. He started off by having the G.I.s – the trots to the folks at home. By the end of the he was as weak as a kitten, and running a pretty high fever. We thought he might have had malaria. We went up to see him this afternoon, and found he didn’t. He had Dingy. That seems to be a double or triple dose of the G.I.s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is OK, and should be back in a couple of days. We are not flying much, so he really isn’t missing a lot. Just a little aerial gunnery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one thing I haven’t seen the boys doing since we got here. That is play poker. In fact there hasn’t been any gambling. All they have played is bridge, hearts, 500, cribbage, ect. No money involved in any of those games. It’s angering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that there isn’t any gambling going on, These guys that are permanent members of the organization really have some screaming poker games. Maybe none of us have had enough money to get in the game explains why none of us have been gambling. Payday is coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have any more news at the moment darling, so I think I better say goodnight. I love you sweetheart always and all ways. Take good care of you for me won’t you? I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-8318671374232811149?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/8318671374232811149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=8318671374232811149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/8318671374232811149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/8318671374232811149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/06/letter-home-06-24-1944.html' title='Letter Home 06-24-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-9184530845380024991</id><published>2010-06-11T16:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T15:03:35.343-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 06-22-1944</title><content type='html'>Thursday 1900&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-22-44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Honey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to go to the show tonight, but while we were sitting out there waiting for the show to start it commenced to rain. Not very hard. In fact it was not even a good shower. I kind of thought that it would soon be raining harder though, so I came back. I can enjoy talking to you much better. The rest of the boys are still out there, so it looks as if they think it won’t rain harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to fly this morning, but when we got ready to go the weather was bad, so it was called off. The weather was good this afternoon, but no one said anything about flying. I believe they wanted to give the ground crews the afternoon to work on the planes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of us took our laundry over to a spot we found today. With good weather it gets done in one day. If it rains we simply have to wait till the sun comes out to dry the clothes. It beats doing it ourselves, even if it is not a good job. It couldn’t be worse than we could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the older boys were telling me about a time when they had some of the local natives doing their laundry. They pounded it on the rocks, and stomped on it, ect. and usually it came back dirtier than it was when they sent it. Some fun eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were seeing about our laundry we stopped to get any mail we might have. I did not get any myself, but a few of the boys did. What I wanted to tell you though was what the guy told us about packages. He said we might get them in 5 or 6 months if we were lucky. Especially since we only have this temporary APO#, and are moving from one outfit to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of that the other night when you told me in one of your letters to send you requests for things, so you could send me a package. Perhaps it would be better to wait till we are permanently assigned and I would have a better chance of getting them. Also the man said to tell the folks back home to wrap packages especially well, and sturdily. Most of them arrive over here in terrible shape otherwise. Anyway I better wait a while to start asking for things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a couple of V mail letters from Mary (my sister) yesterday. One could not photographed for some reason, so it was sent regular air mail. The other one was written quite a bit later but they both arrived together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is most of all the news of the day darling. Except the big news flash – I love you. That is real headline I mean! O love you – but definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-9184530845380024991?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/9184530845380024991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=9184530845380024991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/9184530845380024991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/9184530845380024991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/06/letter-home-06-22-1944.html' title='Letter Home 06-22-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-4288949902605945095</id><published>2010-06-10T15:32:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T17:05:48.469-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brandy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whiskey'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 06-21-1944</title><content type='html'>Wednesday 1815 &lt;br /&gt;06-21-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we have been here I have received 6 letters from you. Five in one bunch, and today I got another one. This one was #23. Some day they will get things straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up in the air today. We had an aerial gunnery mission. Not very many hits in the target, but it was fun just the same. We can’t tell who got the hits either. They do not have the facilities to paint the bullets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were asking if we had anything to drink. Up till yesterday we haven’t had any. However they got a bunch of whiskey and gin and brandy in here yesterday. All the boys in the Group chipped in to send to Australia for it. They used on of the bombers to make the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say we will get beer over here sometimes this year. I will believe it when I see it. It is a rumor that we will be given about 26 cans a month. I hope it comes through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can’t drink very much here. So you don’t have to worry about me drinking to excess. I found out today that it can’t be done. I had some brandy last night, and I was all tired out today. In this heat it just knocks the vitality out of a guy. So from now on I am going to keep my drinking down plenty. I would like to get a beer occasionally though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just set up a little bar in the “Officer’s Club.” It is a tent with a table in it! They use grapefruit juice and water to mix the stuff in. The chlorinated effect of the water naturally adds to the flavor of the drink. There is a slight charge of one Florien per drink. That is about 32 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were asking me about the money we use. It is Australian, but it is just like the English use. The value of money is a little different that’s all. I will put a pound note in this letter to let you see what they are like. I don’t have a half pound note right now. When I get one I will send it to you also. One pound is worth $3.22. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TDjc0smp9FI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Gn2sJI-aEZk/s1600/Australian+Pound+Note+Front.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TDjc0smp9FI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Gn2sJI-aEZk/s400/Australian+Pound+Note+Front.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TDjc2s1RKlI/AAAAAAAAAW4/SAAMmqGydm8/s1600/Australian+Pound+Note+Back.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TDjc2s1RKlI/AAAAAAAAAW4/SAAMmqGydm8/s400/Australian+Pound+Note+Back.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Florien is a coin about the size of a 50 cent piece, and is worth two Shillings, or as they say here, “Two Bob.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a movie last night, or no, that was Mon night wasn’t it. It was a musical comedy &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0036915/"&gt;“Hey Rookie.”&lt;/a&gt; It was not too good, but there was some pretty fair dancing and singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t think of much more to say at the moment. Except to tell you that I am very much in love with you. Yes Indeed! I love you – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-4288949902605945095?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/4288949902605945095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=4288949902605945095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/4288949902605945095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/4288949902605945095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/06/letter-home-06-21-1944.html' title='Letter Home 06-21-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/TDjc0smp9FI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Gn2sJI-aEZk/s72-c/Australian+Pound+Note+Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-6595833230130199391</id><published>2010-06-09T17:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T17:12:32.654-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 06-20-1944</title><content type='html'>Tuesday 0900&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06-20-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning Honey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t suppose you can picture your lazy husband doing any work, but that is just what he has been doing since he hit here. We have all been busy getting our happy home fixed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we worked on fixing up a wash stand. We got a couple of steel helmets to wash in, and a big steel barrel to keep water in. The only trouble is that the barrel used to have kerosene in it, and still has a bit I believe. We tried to clean it out, but I don’t know how well we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We too it over to the well where they pump out the water for our showers, and pulled up water to wash it out with. They have a hole next to the well with a big pail, and a long tow rope attached to it. You let the pail down, and when it fills up you haul it up hand over hand. It is about 25 ft deep too, so you have to work a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning a gang moved out of an area right near ours here, so we have been over there seeing what we can pick up. We got 3 tables, a couple of cabinets, and enough lumber to build some chairs. We are really fixing up our little tent. It won’t be long in fact till we have more tables ect in here than we have cots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we are here we are going to try to live in as much New Guinea luxury as we can. If nothing else we will have some fun, and a lot of laughs out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said something in one of your letters about people telling you and Mom how awful and smelly ect it is over here. It really isn’t as bad as they make it. The only smelly place I’ve seen was Guadalcanal. It was a bit muddy and not too sweet smelling, but I am not there now, so I can be happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We find quite a number of things to get a kick out of. For instance, I’ve seen the Milky Way and the Southern Cross. They are some stars you can’t see from the States. Even though the weather gets bad for flying it is wonderful scenery. The big white clouds with mountains sticking up through them, and beautiful sun sets. There is a lot here to enjoy if you look around a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are times when we (at least I am speaking for myself and I think for the other boys too) don’t feel quite so happy about being here. It gets hot, when it rains everything gets damp and moldy, the mud gets bad, sometimes we get sick of bully beef, and a few other things. If a guy wanted to just find things wrong with the place he could do so plenty, and be griping all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all grip occasionally, and so on, but little things make it OK. The movies we get. Even if we cuss them for continually braking while they are being shown, and are usually a bit old. Still it is entertainment. The big thing in most of the boys eyes though is mail. A letter from home can do wonders. Usually they are read over and over, but they somehow retain their same freshness even after being read 4 or 5 times. They don’t even have to have much news just to hear your loved ones ramble a bit about the little routine things at home is all that is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting all philosophical here aren’t I? One might think I was in the dumps. I am not really. I am just trying to answer some of the wonderings of yours in that letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly all of the boys are a swell bunch. There are one or two that none of us enjoy too much, but we just don’t pay too much attention to them. The ones I am living with now are “Eager Beavers.” That is why your lazy husband has been working. Those 3 make the rest of us ashamed to be lying on our sacks watching them work, so we have to pitch in and do some work on fixing up our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had best be doing some work right now too. They are building some chairs ect. I will write more about this Heaven in New Guinea tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you sweetheart. Always and all ways. Take good care of you for me won’t you? I hope your sore throat is all better too and does not come back again. I love you – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-6595833230130199391?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/6595833230130199391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=6595833230130199391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/6595833230130199391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/6595833230130199391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/06/letter-home-06-20-1944.html' title='Letter Home 06-20-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-4474268031432641250</id><published>2010-06-08T13:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T15:10:39.439-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='348th'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 06-19-1944</title><content type='html'>Monday 1600&lt;br /&gt;06-19-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be a difference of opinion as to the date, and I do not have the calendar you sent me handy, so I will try the 19th. I am fairly sure it is Mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I did not write, because we moved. They got us up at 4 o’clock in the morning. The plane we took left at 5:30. Then we had to wait around when we got here to get transportation. We finally arrived in the camp area around 10 o’clock or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing about signing in ect. we had lunch. Then we spent the afternoon fixing up our new happy home. We had to go out in the jungle a bit to cut some logs for the tent poles ect. It took all afternoon to get it fixed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got it ready we had to go get our cots and mosquito nets and all. That took more time to get all that set up, and by that time it was just about shower time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a well here, and a pump. They pump the water up into a big tank, and when it is full it is shower time. It is opened up and runs to three showers till the tank is empty. So you have to be there for a shower when it is running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a schedule for officers and enlisted men. Each of them are allotted about two hours a day. It is some sight when 15 to 25 men out here in the open jungle are trying to hurry up and take a shower, especially when there are only 3 showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After supper I was ready for bed. I am not sure whether I would have written last night if we had lights or not. I know I was plenty tired. That was about the first real work I had done in a long time. Besides getting up at 4 in the morning. It was too dark to do anything but go to bed, and that suited me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I almost forgot that we also had a meeting shortly after supper. We met out Squadron C.O. and the operations Officer. They told us a little about their policies, and what we will be doing here. All we are here for is some more aerial gunnery. We are not permanently part of this Group. After we finish here we will be assigned to the outfits we will stay with. Some of us will stay with this Group, but most of us will go to other ones. I am still hoping to get in the 348th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was interrupted here to go eat. Speaking of eating, the food here is swell. It is pretty much the same food we got before, but they certainly can fix it better. It isn’t deluxe or anything like that, but we enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to say that I would have to quit writing, because it was getting dark. We did rig up a line for some lights today, but they were not working. Then all of a sudden just now they came on. They have a generator that is not very big, and it does not go on till dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we get per tent is one 25 watt bulb, because of the small generator, but it helps a lot. If we had a radio we could not play it unless it worked on batteries. The guy that was in our hut back there that had the radio did not come with us. Probably when he comes he will live in a different tent, and we still won’t have any radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time for a movie we are having tonight darling. Do you mind if I wait till tomorrow to finish this story? I love you very much – always – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-4474268031432641250?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/4474268031432641250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=4474268031432641250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/4474268031432641250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/4474268031432641250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/06/letter-home-06-19-1944.html' title='Letter Home 06-19-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-5024966663475426475</id><published>2010-06-07T15:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T15:12:45.679-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dottie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob Hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gould'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bing Crosby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kay Kyser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freddie Martin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack Benny'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 06-17-1944</title><content type='html'>Saturday 1600&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06-17-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Honey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not get this finished before chow, but if not I will do it later this evening. I did not write yesterday, because I had everything packed up to move. Then I did not go. Some of the boys left yesterday morning, and more today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I understand it when we do leave here we will not go directly to the Squadrons that we eventually will be assigned to. They say we are going to get some more gunnery first. Of course we never believe anything till we see it, so we are not making any bets till we get there and find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They boys are keeping a cat they picked up running in circles here. They have a long piece of cord, and the cat is having a fit trying to catch it. Everyone, including the cat seems to be enjoying it though, so I guess it is OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 5 more letters from you yesterday. Which reminds me that we should be getting our mail quicker when we get over to our new spot. That is where the boys have had to fly every time we got any. It comes in there. That should make life a lot rosier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your letters still come mixed up, and I can’t figure out for sure if you have been sick two or three times, or whether the letters were written during the three or four days you were sick. I finally straightened them up as best I could, considering the ones that are missing, and came to the conclusion that it was just one illness. At least I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that bothers me occasionally is wondering if you ever got the clothes and money I sent home. I suppose you told me about it in one of the letters I haven’t got yet, and eventually I will know. How about mentioning it again just in case that one got lost, and put my musings at rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mentioned getting a package ready to send me, and asked me to let you know in what condition I receive it. I will of course, and I hope it does not take as long as your letters have. Maybe the post office boys can keep track of something a little bigger than just a little letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I could use our little radio here. Gould in our hut here has one, but it is a bigger job than ours. It is a portable one equipped for both regular current, and battery. It also has short wave reception. It does a pretty good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can only get one Australian station ordinarily, but occasionally the short wave is working exceptionally well, and we get the U.S. We have even heard a couple of ball games. I remember one was with the Washington Senators and someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main trouble is the difference in time. The night programs at home come over here at goofy hours during the day, and at night here it is the wee hours of the morning at home, so there is nothing on at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However a lot of the big star programs like Bing Crosby, Jack Benny, Kay Kyser, Bob Hope, ect. are relayed through this Aussie station. I guess they record it, and then put it on in the evening here. Once in a while we notice during different programs that there is a break and then it picks right up with nothing lost. That is when they change the record. It still is the same program you hear though, and is usually pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got you letter saying Art was home. I hope he got to see Dottie. By now Dottie must have been home too. Or was it the 17th she was coming. I forget at the moment, but I bet everyone has or had a good time while she was or is home! Confusing aren’t I? That’s New Guinea for you. (or me!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing we hear a lot of is old songs. Right now they are playing “Deep in the Heart of Texas” I’ve heard many a song that I though I’d forgotten. A lot of them take me back to different occasions that I was with you. Such as sitting at home listening to “Elmers Tune”. All pleasant memories too I might add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes a re-broadcast program now. It is Freddie Martin’s orchestra on the Bandstand program. At least I think that is what he called it. Nope it is “One Night Stand” They just mentioned the name while informing us they were interrupting the program to give a description of another horse race in Australia. Every race is broadcast all afternoon. They must go in for it big around here, because they have enough of them. One good thing about it is that they usually have music in between races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race is over now, and here comes “One Night Stand” again. They interrupted it just as a song was being finished, and it cam back right in the same place. Evidently they just lifted the needle off the record while the race was on. They are now playing “You Gotta Talk Me Into It Baby”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well rather than bore you any longer with a running description of a radio program I think I better knock off for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go may I announce that I love you? Honest I do. Very much indeed. I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I guess I must love you. Here I’ve practically written a book without noticing it. I get talking to you, and enjoy myself so much I just ramble on and on. Hope you don’t mind. I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-5024966663475426475?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/5024966663475426475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=5024966663475426475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/5024966663475426475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/5024966663475426475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/06/letter-home-06-7-1944.html' title='Letter Home 06-17-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-1750912839545657614</id><published>2010-06-04T13:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T15:17:01.727-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Native Village'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 06-15-1944</title><content type='html'>Thursday 1100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06-15-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’ve just got time to dash off a note before lunch. Not that I haven’t got plenty of time for anything these days, but I can’t afford to be late for chow. I might miss out on some good Bully Beef!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been playing cribbage most of the morning. I paired up with Baker, and we lost. Then for a while I played him two handed, and beat him. He gets so doggone mad when I do that. Cusses me for not getting the same good hands when we play together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a jungle trip lined up for us this morning, but most of the boys skipped it! They were going in there without any food, and stay all day. There was an Aussie going along to show them what is good to eat in the jungle in case they ever have to take a walk through it. They figure that they would get more out of it if they actually ate some of the stuff. We have all been to lectures to see it, but none of us have tasted it. Personally I don’t want to till I have to, and I hope I never have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is later now. In fact we just finished supper. Right after lunch Baker and I went down to the line, so I did not get this letter finished. His gun barrel had become a little rusty, so he took it down to the armament to see if they could clean it up a bit. However they could not, so I don’t know what he is going to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is some program on the radio right now that sounds as if it must be this native lingo. They first started singing the song “The Deacon Went Down In the Cellar to Pray”, only they sang it in their own language. At least we think that is what the song was. The tune was the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I have much more to say darling. Unless it might be to remind you that I love you very much. That I do indeed – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-1750912839545657614?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/1750912839545657614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=1750912839545657614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/1750912839545657614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/1750912839545657614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/06/letter-home-06-15-1944.html' title='Letter Home 06-15-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-8399931588219295249</id><published>2010-06-01T13:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T15:18:46.482-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob Hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Barnes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Martha'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 06-14-1944</title><content type='html'>Wednesday 1600&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06-14-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very lucky yesterday. I got two more letters from you and one from your Aunt Martha in Mass., and one from John. Naturally I was glad to get all of it, but mostly I was interested in your letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Martha also mentioned Jack being around this area somewhere, and hoped we might run across each other some time. I already knew he was here from one of your letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of your letters, the ones I got today were #19 and 25. Or I should say I got last night. I got them at suppertime. Just before we went down to the intelligence building for some combat films. When we got back I was going to write, but first we listened to Bob Hope. Then of course there was a big bull session, and in the midst of it the radio quit and the lights went out. We waited for a long time for them to come back on, but finally had to give up and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pad I am using is another shipment of supplies we just got in. I got two pads. I don’t know if we will be able to get more later or not. While it lasts you will hear from me though. I also got a new supply of air mail envelopes, so at least for a while I won’t have to use Vmail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of your letters you mentioned sending me some stationary. It would no doubt come in handy, but I don’t think you should include envelopes if you do send some. They would most likely just get all stuck together so I could not use them. And unless they were Air mail envelopes the stamps we get are stuck long before we can use them. A wonderful place New Guinea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just finishing a book today that was all about some sailor that got captured by some natives on one of these South Sea Islands. It is a cinch it was not anywhere near here. Not from the description of such good looking specimens of humanity the natives were. All of them seemed to be big six footers, beautifully built ect. And the girls were all lovely. Well all the ones around here are very much the opposite. They are the homeliest, ugliest bunch of humans I have seen in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is our night to have a movie. Last Mon. night it rained, so most of us did not go. Evidently they did not think it was raining too hard, because they still had the movie. I for one do not relish the idea of sitting in the rain for a show and I doubt if I ever will. So I hope it doesn’t rain tonight. Seems like lately it has rained only on days when we have movies, but I suppose it really isn’t that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is nearly all of the news of the moment darling. I guess I will write to Aunt Martha now. She said she hoped to go to Mich. Some time this year. Perhaps in the fall, and naturally she wants to see you and your family. Seems she has a soft spot in her heart for you. Personally I can’t blame her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You not only have a soft spot in my heart. You have my whole heart! I love you sweetheart very much. Take care of you for me – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-8399931588219295249?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/8399931588219295249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=8399931588219295249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/8399931588219295249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/8399931588219295249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/06/letter-home-06-14-1944.html' title='Letter Home 06-14-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-2682474108190694883</id><published>2010-05-27T14:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T15:19:45.476-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Burgess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 06-12-1944</title><content type='html'>Monday 0915&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06-12-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got some mail last night, and among the letters were two from you. They were #17 and 27. These guys that handle the mail here certainly have some time mixing things up don’t they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you were wondering if we might have had some mail waiting for us when we got here, and we all got a kick out of that after the time we have had with the mail. We flew over here in just a shade less than two days, and we did not have any address till we got here, so we could not expect any for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if I should write much news in my letters to you or not honey. If you read them, and don’t see it. Like not even noticing my telling you I was in New Guinea. Perhaps if all you like to hear is the love stuff as Al calls it, I should just write a couple of pages of that. I think I could do it very easily too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I suppose that may have been an accident, so I am going to continue to write at least a little bit about what news I can. Whatever I am writing about though darling the love stuff runs all through all my letters. If no place else you can read it between the lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a letter from Mary (John’s Mary) and she said you had been down for a weekend. You probably wrote about it, but I haven’t got that letter yet. I am glad you went, and I hope you had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Burgess’s dad is no doubt very ready and willing for George to come home. Well George is even more ready to go I would say. I too think they deserve a trip back too, and hope they get it soon. Both George and his “Old Man” are pretty swell Joes in my estimation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how this film business will work out. We can not send undeveloped film home. The censors want to see what we took pictures of. On the black and white it is fairly simple. There is a place in Australia that is either run by the Army, or under their supervision, I am not sure which. At any rate they get the film developed there, and censor it. Also there is usually a photo unit in practically all the Squadrons, and they will sometimes develop the film for the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I suppose I can just take the pictures with the colored film, and save it till I got home. However little as I know about this camera business it seems to me to be a long time to wait to have them developed. They will no doubt spoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will find out all the angles of such things by the time I come home as you said though darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know since you asked me if I miss “Betsy” I’ve been thinking about it, and although I do in a way I really would not have much use for her. There is no place to go, and even on this hill that I cuss so much I doubt I could use her. I don’t think she could make it up the darn thing. The only vehicles they allow up the hill here are Jeeps, and even they have quite a time grinding their way to the top. So best she live out her last days in peace back in the good old U.S. Of course I hope whoever has her now treats her as gently and with the proper respect as I did! Ahem!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever find any little brown ants in your mail from me? I have often wondered, because we have a million of them crawling around here all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the letter I wrote yesterday I put an air mail stamp, because the envelope I had was not one with postage paid on it, even though it was an air mail one. The stamps I’ve got are all stuck together, so I could not stick one on the outside. So I just left the envelope open, marked it on the outside that the stamp was in the envelope and sent it. Let me know if you ever get it eh? If it is a success perhaps I will find some use for these stamps after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you darling – Always and all ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-2682474108190694883?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/2682474108190694883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=2682474108190694883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/2682474108190694883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/2682474108190694883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/05/letter-home-06-12-1944.html' title='Letter Home 06-12-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-7787025040670012409</id><published>2010-05-26T14:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T14:25:06.203-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 06-11-1944</title><content type='html'>Sunday 1500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06-11-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Honey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of the boys in the hut are eating, and I can’t see how they do it. Not the fact that they are eating is what gets me. It is what they are eating. A can of bully beef no less! As far as I am concerned we get that often enough in the mess hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just came back from a meeting, and at the meeting we found out that we won’t be doing much from now on around here. They are going to start working the new pilots. All we will have to do is attend a few lectures for the rest of the week. Unless they change the schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting they sold our monthly ration of cigars. Each man got 3. I managed to get 3 from one of the boys that doesn’t smoke, so I am all set. I enjoy a cigar occasionally, and it will also help stretch my cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all hoping and praying that the war in Europe ends soon. Then perhaps they can send all that power from there over here, and polish off these Japs that much sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quicker it all ends, and I get home to you, the better I will like it. I think we ought to have fun playing house together for keeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you lots and lots darling. Take good care of you for me won’t you? I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-7787025040670012409?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/7787025040670012409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=7787025040670012409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/7787025040670012409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/7787025040670012409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/05/letter-home-06-11-1944.html' title='Letter Home 06-11-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-8534703609053374634</id><published>2010-05-24T13:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T15:20:57.936-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cribbage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vmail'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 06-10-1944</title><content type='html'>Saturday 2100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06-10-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a long day of card playing. I played cribbage all day long practically, and lost about a dollar. We did have one lecture, but outside of that we did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason we had such an easy day was the weather. It started to rain yesterday evening, and it has been raining ever since. Not very hard, but very steady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we went to eat at 5:45, and found the kitchen all closed up. They changed the meal hour from 5 to 6 to 4:30 till 5:30 so we were 15 minutes late. No one knew anything about it till too late, so they caught a lot of us short. We managed to fill up on bread, cheese, peanut butter, jam and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the boys are trying to make some coffee in their hut, and it looks as if they are more apt to burn the hut down. They have a fire in a can with sand in it. Then they put gasoline in the sand, and light it. From our hut it looks like a real blaze. Someone just hollered that they had gasoline burning all over the floor. Oh well, such is life in New Guinea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night one of the boys brought in some mail, and he had about 8 letters for Baker and I. Both of us were all set to enjoy them till we saw the names on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another Baker and Banes here, and all that mail was for them. We did not get even a post card. It would not have been so bad if we hadn’t thought we did have some. You should have heard Baker after he saw they weren’t his! He has had one Vmail letter since he’s been here, and he was really disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will go crawl in my sack. I am awfully tired from the rough day we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you sweetheart very much indeed – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-8534703609053374634?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/8534703609053374634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=8534703609053374634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/8534703609053374634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/8534703609053374634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/05/letter-home-06-10-1944.html' title='Letter Home 06-10-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-8085790072152139634</id><published>2010-05-19T11:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T15:23:10.241-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 06-09-1944</title><content type='html'>Friday 0930&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-9-44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like a day of rest ahead of us. I am not flying, and we don’t have any lectures to attend. The only guys that are busy are the ones that are flying. I guess I will just log a bit of sack time till the show tonight. If it is a stinkeroo like the one Wed. I will have to be all rested up to be able to sit through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had one Mon. night that really was good. “Up In Mabel’s Room” was the title. There weren’t any outstanding stars in it particularly, but the ones in it played their parts very well. It was about the funniest picture I’d seen in a long time. Hope they have one like that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our boys went down to the line to see if he could catch a ride in one of the bombers. If there is one going up where our mail is he is going to try to bring some back. I sure hope he succeeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the boys was talking about his “Ever Loving Sweet Smelling Wife” the other day when we got our mail, and someone else said that he did not call her that all the time. When he does not get mail he words it a bit different, and calls her his “Ever Smelling Sweet Loving Wife.” I still say you are my “Ever Loving Sweet Smelling Wife” whether I am lucky enough to get mail or not though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fact I just consider myself lucky to get mail occasionally, because all the luck in the world must be on my side just to have you for my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you – very much. Take good care of you for me won’t you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-8085790072152139634?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/8085790072152139634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=8085790072152139634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/8085790072152139634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/8085790072152139634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/05/letter-home-06-09-1944.html' title='Letter Home 06-09-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-7022085922869108740</id><published>2010-05-18T12:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T15:22:33.844-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 06-08-1944</title><content type='html'>Thursday 1900&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06-08-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Honey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reading over your letters again I got to thinking about what you said about our being separated, but still we are together in love. I thoroughly agree with that. Once in a while I wish we were not so far apart, or rather I should say I always wish we weren’t. However most of the time I still feel close to you, and don’t mind it too much. I just feel that eventually we will be together, so until then we just have to keep faith and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were kept pretty busy today. We had two lectures this morning, and then my flight flew this afternoon. I like a rather full day like that. It keeps me occupied, and makes the time pass much faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We certainly are getting a gang of pilots in here. They are over running the place. It seems to me they will have to get rid of us soon. They won’t be able to handle all the men that are here. We are all ready to leave too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these new boys are from Bradley. I don’t know them very well. They were new trainees that came in just before I left. I do remember some of their faces though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what they say about how things are going back there I am glad we are over here. I never did go much for that instructor job, and now it is even worse than it was. The only thing good about it would be that I might get to see you occasionally. That is worth putting up with a lot of things I may not like back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our stationary situation is not too good. In the whole hut I think there is just this pad and one more. I hope we find some soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were arguing about writing on both sides of the paper, and decided we should. I think so too because of our paper shortage. I’ve been wondering if you were only writing on one side of the sheet in your letters because of the censors. If so you don’t have to worry. They don’t bother mail coming this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you sweetheart, always and all ways – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-7022085922869108740?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/7022085922869108740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=7022085922869108740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/7022085922869108740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/7022085922869108740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/05/letter-home-06-08-1944.html' title='Letter Home 06-08-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-5201935716127041176</id><published>2010-05-17T12:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T15:24:40.850-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D-Day'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 06-07-1944</title><content type='html'>Wednesday 1500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06-07-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a red letter day in a lot of ways. They started the invasion of Europe, which is world news. And I got 4 letters from you. That was most important at the moment. I got #18, 20, 35, and 36, and I don’t know where the rest might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them mentioned your being sick. You were not all better when you wrote it, but I sure hope you are by now. Perhaps I’ve been lucky in not receiving the one about your getting sick. I would have had to worry for a long time till I got this one that says you are recovering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These “Ankle Your Girdle” things sound a bit complicated to me. I can’t quite imagine how they work, but if they do and help you keep happy, they must be OK. I thought you would be throwing all your girdles away by now. Or didn’t that diet you were going on when I was home take off as much weight as you expected? I don’t mind though honey. Even if you waste away to a shadow! I will still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hill that you get such a kick out of doesn’t appeal to me, and it doesn’t seem to be taking any weight off of me. I got weighed at the Allied Officer’s Club the other day, and I weighed 12 stone 5 lbs! A stone is 14 lbs, so I weigh 173. That is about what I did weigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I think I am very apt to lose is my hair. It is really thin, and seems to be receding around my temples a bit. Perhaps I will come home bald. Would you mind that much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had a lengthy lecture, and during it the news of the invasion came in. Everyone let out a yell for that! There was even a bit of drinking going on to celebrate it. I did not see any of it myself, but this morning the boys were talking about it. I bet there were some wild times in England and the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lecture we came back to the shack, and I was going to write you when the lights went out. We had a blackout, but not because of any air raid. The generator for the power went blooie, so we had no lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got our cigarette ration about a half hour ago. One carton per man, and we don’t know when they will have more. No one had had any hardly from the last 4 or 5 days. I also got a couple of cans of tobacco. Now I have to try to find a pipe. That seems impossible around here. Maybe I will get one from you one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mentioned that we do not seem to have much to do, and most of the time that is true so far. When we fly we really work hard, and in this heat it wears us out, but other than that it is not bad. In fact at times it is downright monotonous. That is when it begins to get on our nerves, and that mail is really wonderful to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is most of the news honey, and I am going to stop writing and read instead. Read those 4 letters I got yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you very much sweetheart. Take care of you for me? I hope your sore throat is all gone by now. In fact gone long ago! I love you – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-5201935716127041176?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/5201935716127041176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=5201935716127041176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/5201935716127041176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/5201935716127041176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/05/letter-home-06-07-1944.html' title='Letter Home 06-07-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-837107242414915881</id><published>2010-05-14T12:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T15:25:34.937-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cribbage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Cross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P-47'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 06-05-1944</title><content type='html'>Monday 1015&lt;br /&gt;06-05-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on a little cross country yesterday morning, and did not get back till this morning. The weather socked in here while we were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee I feel shakey this morning. It must be the lack of cigarettes or something. We haven’t been able to buy any for about 5 days. The monthly supply has not been dished out yet I guess. There are very few guys that have any. I am not the only one that is bumming them here. Everyone is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my pipe and tobacco on occasions like this. I packed both in my foot locker, and I probably won’t see it for moths. For that matter we don’t have much opportunity to get tobacco here. Maybe some day you could find a pipe and some tobacco to send me. I would no doubt get it for Xmas the way they handle the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go up in the tower this afternoon. I am supposed to help direct traffic I think, but I doubt if there will be anything for me to do. The regular personnel in the tower will do all the work. They just want an officer in the tower for a fall guy in my estimation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are playing cribbage, and cussing the cards. We all had a new pack that the Red Cross gave us when we left the states, but they don’t last long. All of them are dirty and sticky now. Everyone is usually sweaty when they are playing, and the whole place is so damp is the cause of it I reckon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another nice thing this hot damp weather does for us is deposit a beautiful green mold on our shoes and any leather or wood we have. I have a cap and my low cut shoes here, and the other day I took a look at them. They were loaded with mold. I suppose if we wore them often it would not be so bad, but we never have any occasion for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got a new gang of pilots in today. Not P-47 pilots however. They are having a lot tougher life than we are. It is so crowded that all the huts are full, so these boys are living in tents. It does get to be a rough war at times here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently some of the boys have not been censoring their mail. Or else forgetting to sign their letters in the lower left corner of the envelope. They put up a notice about it the other day. I imagine they have enough enlisted men’s mail to take of without fooling with ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that’s the news of the day darling – Except to tell you that I love you – but definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-837107242414915881?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/837107242414915881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=837107242414915881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/837107242414915881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/837107242414915881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/05/letter-home-06-05-1944.html' title='Letter Home 06-05-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-740040496448835529</id><published>2010-05-13T14:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T14:30:21.098-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 06-03-1944</title><content type='html'>Saturday 1630&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06-03-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a red letter day today. I finally got a letter! Just a little old V-Mail one, but a letter from my lovely wife! It sure is swell to get one at last I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with you on this V-Mail. It doesn’t have near enough room to say anything. I only use it when I have to. I got some air mail stamps the other day, but now I can’t use them. They are all stuck together. All of our envelopes and stuff get that way. However the air mail envelopes usually have a little glue left on them when we rip them open, so we can still use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy that went on the cross country yesterday brought back this mail. There were two of the 8 of us in this hut that got mail. Paulson got 5 letters. One was from someone who had been numbering their letters as they wrote them. He got #5, and none of the first 4. They certainly have our mail messed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably have this one of yours memorized by the time I get another one. I have already read it 3 times. I wish Baker would sit down. Every time someone walks around the hut the whole place shakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are highly disgusted with the mail situation. They are threatening to ostracize (I bet that is spelled wrong) Paulson and I because we got some mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them just wrote 2 letters. Each one had about 4 lines to it. He says he is through writing now till he gets some mail. You have no idea what a letter means around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all hot, dirty, and disgusted till Wurtz brought your letter in today. We flew this morning, and came back sweaty and tired figuring on taking a nice shower, only to find no water. We were quite fed up with the whole affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys right now are trying to wash up a bit with what little water they have in their canteens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a little cross country ourselves this morning. We were up over Wan and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bulolo"&gt;Bololo&lt;/a&gt;. They have some fine names to try to write around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night the show was the one about the woman’s ferrying squadron. It may have been good to other people, but all the pilots found it very corny. Also there was a lot of this old flag waving in it that we got fed up with. Otherwise it was not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking the other day about Johnny Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must be over here somewhere. Maybe if you told me his Squadron number, and APO number I might find out where and run across him sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baker is accusing me of writing a manuscript because I got a letter today. Well to me it was worth it. I sure am a happy pilot tonight thanks to my darling wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you very much sweetheart. Seems like you are extra close tonight. Guess I will go read your letter again. I love you – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-740040496448835529?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/740040496448835529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=740040496448835529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/740040496448835529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/740040496448835529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/05/letter-home-06-03-1944.html' title='Letter Home 06-03-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-6903113567308585055</id><published>2010-05-12T08:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T08:24:49.755-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 06-01-1944</title><content type='html'>Thursday 1430&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06-01-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not go to the show last night even though they had one. It was still raining when they were showing it. Not very hard I must admit, but I don’t think that much of the shows to sit in the rain to see one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment there is a big argument about a cribbage hand going on. One guy is not even in the game, and never played it, and he is trying to tell the two that are playing that they miscounted a hand. Everyone feels that if he thinks he knows so much about the game he should play it. And also they all want to play him for a shilling a point or so. From what I can gather of his way of figuring the boys really could take him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have not been paid. I was over to the finance office yesterday, but only to send you that money. That was what I had from my last month’s pay, plus maybe just a little I may have won. Tonight they say they are going to pay us though, so I will be back in the chips again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not fly today. If I remember correctly I am scheduled to fly tomorrow. I hope we either have some gunnery, or take a cross country. Those two I like best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That fellow that we hoped would get us some mail (to bring up an old subject again) came back empty handed. He went to visit his brother. Until yesterday I did not know he had a brother, or that he was over here. He accomplished that part of his trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that’s the news of the day darling. Except the always big news (at least to me) that I love you very much. Always and all ways. Take care of you for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-6903113567308585055?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/6903113567308585055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=6903113567308585055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/6903113567308585055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/6903113567308585055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/05/letter-home-06-01-1944.html' title='Letter Home 06-01-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-8904457160835604464</id><published>2010-05-11T08:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T08:42:47.816-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 05-30-1944</title><content type='html'>Tuesday 1145&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05-30-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After just taking a shower I fell a lot better. It really gets hot in that cockpit in this weather. After each mission this morning I was wringing wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we were supposed to have a movie, and I was going to write to you after that. However it took so long for the show that it was very late when we got back. I was tired and had to get up early to fly, so I went to bed right away without writing. I hoe you don’t mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason the show took so long was the sound track on the films was evidently shot. You could hardly understand anything when it was working and they had to stop it frequently to loop it again. Each time they took 10 or 15 minutes at it, but it still was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good picture too. Betty Grable in “Coney Island.” One scene in it showed a hot dog stand doing big business, and you should have heard the moans and sighs from the boys when they saw those red hots! I think nearly all of them would have paid plenty for one right then. Little things like that can mean a lot over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hut is turning into a cribbage outfit I guess. Since Gould and I started it about 4 others have learned to play it, and nearly every day there is a red hot game going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven’t had any lectures in the last few days. I think the Major is out getting some more inside dope lined up. I hope if he is that the news is as good as it has been lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I best go eat some dinner. Good bye for now. I love you very very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-8904457160835604464?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/8904457160835604464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=8904457160835604464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/8904457160835604464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/8904457160835604464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/05/letter-home-05-30-1944.html' title='Letter Home 05-30-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-3955619046128905983</id><published>2010-05-10T08:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T08:23:04.591-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 05-28-1944</title><content type='html'>Sunday 2100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05-28-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had church in one of the mess halls this morning. That building we did have it in before has been torn down. Now this one, the mess hall, is going to be wrecked too. So next week it will be somewhere again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to talk some of the boys into going to town this afternoon. However, around 1:30 everyone started to take a nap it looked like, so I just joined them. Not that there is anything to do in town. I only though of going in for something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Lyle Dowsett today. He and a few other guys that I don’t know were here to pick up some planes today. He said most of the boys up there are getting disgusted with the way the war is going. They never get any Japs to fight with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their main complaint is that the bombers go in, and bomb the Jap strips, and usually destroy all the Jap planes on the ground. So then they have no one to fight! Most of them have not been in more than 5 or 6 fights. They fly a lot of missions that they don’t see Nips though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to need a new haircut. I guess that first one I got was not quite short enough. I will try to do better this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of the boys were carving each others hair the other day. I don’t know which one did the worst job on the other, but I am not ready to let them start on me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 12 air mail stamps a couple of weeks ago, and now I can’t use them. They are all stuck together. That happens to everything here. Our envelopes too get stuck, but so far I’ve still been able to use mine. Certainly is a rough war!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you darling – all ways and always – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-3955619046128905983?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/3955619046128905983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=3955619046128905983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/3955619046128905983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/3955619046128905983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/05/letter-home-05-28-1944.html' title='Letter Home 05-28-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-4198359848377816528</id><published>2010-05-07T09:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T09:46:28.289-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 05-27-1944</title><content type='html'>Saturday 2100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05-27-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just came back from another lecture. Part of it was lousy, and part of it good. They had an old gunnery film they were trying to show, and most of us had seen it. Then to top that they had to run it twice. The sound track was not connected the first time. We got tired of sitting through that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part that was good was a talk by a Col. out of the intelligence office. He really had some good stuff. All the latest dope on the whole South West Pacific area. A lot of it I can’t write about of course, but it was all good. We seem to be licking the Jap everywhere we have met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His air power has been greatly weakened around this area especially. Our losses in comparison to his are negligible. In fact they lose more planes in the states training then they do around here. Practically never do they lose any to the Japs. Nearly all the accidents they have here are due to our own fault. So here is one little pilot that is going to be as cagey as possible. On account of I love my wife very much, and want to come home and live with her for lots of years to come yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as we were leaving the meeting Major Smith told us there would be another trip to that native village today. Everyone let out a loud groan, but he said no one had to go. It would be strictly a volunteer affair. I don’t know how many of the boys will get discouraged by what happened the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fair show last night. Warner Baxter in “Crime Doctor.” It was an old picture, but a fairly good one. They always have 6 or 7 shorts along with the movie. We don’t mind that too much except when they are official films for the Armed Forces alone. Most of them we have seen in the States. Still the movies give us something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you very much darling. Take good care of you for me eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-4198359848377816528?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/4198359848377816528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=4198359848377816528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/4198359848377816528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/4198359848377816528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/05/letter-home-05-27-1944.html' title='Letter Home 05-27-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-588158437280934249</id><published>2010-05-05T14:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T14:36:03.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You and Welcome!</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to say a quick thank you to everyone who has been reading the site recently.&amp;nbsp; I am very happy that you have found these letters enjoyable, and I hope that you continue to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special thank you to a few sites in particular:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geneabloggers.com/"&gt;GeneaBloggers&lt;/a&gt; - A great community of people where you can find hundreds of site devoted to discovering and sharing the personal stories of our ancestors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://drbilltellsancestorstories.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dr. Bill's Ancestor Stories&lt;/a&gt; - Another great site for personal family histories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dancurtis.ca/"&gt;Dan Curtis&lt;/a&gt; - The site of a professional personal historian working to illuminate the world one voice at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all the other people who have visited and linked to the site, thank you as well!&amp;nbsp; I will try to add links to all of your sites as I go along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-588158437280934249?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/588158437280934249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=588158437280934249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/588158437280934249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/588158437280934249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/05/thank-you-and-welcome.html' title='Thank You and Welcome!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-4628701581494177146</id><published>2010-05-05T09:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T09:56:49.113-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 05-26-1944</title><content type='html'>Friday 1630&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05-26-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys that went to the native village yesterday really had quite a time. They could not get the boat they used in close enough to shore, so they had to use a big native outrigger canoe to get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to the boat they had it overloaded, and the sea was rough, and it sank. They spent 2 ½ hours in the water before they could be picked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few lost their wallets, and I guess some of them had nice cameras too, and they either lost them, or they were ruined. Some mess indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all off they had lost so much time that they did not get back to the harbor till after 6 o’clock. There is a submarine net at the mouth of the harbor that they close at 6 sharp, so they could not get back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sent Morse code messages with flashlights trying to talk their way in. All of them wracking their brains to remember the code they had been taught. After all their work the only reply they got was one word – “Laughter” They had to stay out till they opened it again in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of them spent the night on the boat. Some went out to a small island about a mile or so off the mainland. None of them had a very comfortable time of it. The sea was rough for those on the boat, and the sand crabs bit the ones on the island, so they could not decide who had it roughest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lease those two trips have given us something to talk about. Things here have been fairly monotonous otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they have a good show tonight. They did not have one last night even after the rain postponed the one Wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you darling – lots and lots – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-4628701581494177146?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/4628701581494177146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=4628701581494177146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/4628701581494177146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/4628701581494177146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/05/letter-home-05-26-1944.html' title='Letter Home 05-26-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-2343787244190716975</id><published>2010-05-04T11:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T11:55:56.078-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 05-25-1944</title><content type='html'>Thursday 1800&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05-25-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Honey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more of the boys went on that trip to the native village, and they are not back yet. We certainly are sorry for them if they have to spend the night there. I don’t really think anything like that will happen, but we have been wondering about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost the little bottle lighter Mom gave me yesterday. I always carried it down to the flight line with me, and that is where I lost it. I had better keep a good eye on my Ronsom now, or I will be out of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I told you about the day we fixed it, or did I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it would not hold fluid for any length of time. Otherwise it was ok. So we took all the cotton out of it, loosened it up, and replaced the wick in a way that it will be absorbing more of the fluid. So far it is doing good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me. I meant to ask you to get me a few flints if you will. I think you could just put them in one of your letters. They are not very big you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all I wrote yesterday I’m just about out of news today, so I think I will quit for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you sweetheart – very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-2343787244190716975?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/2343787244190716975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=2343787244190716975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/2343787244190716975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/2343787244190716975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/05/letter-home-05-25-1944.html' title='Letter Home 05-25-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-5930276438223334944</id><published>2010-05-03T14:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T14:11:13.717-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 05-24-1944</title><content type='html'>Wednesday 1530&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05-24-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night after supper I stretched out on my cot for a short rest, and I did not wake up again till nearly midnight. As a result I did not write to you. I hope you don’t mind. I still love you even when I slip up occasionally on my writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I feel nice and dirty, and there is no water, so I can’t take a shower. I’ve been lying out in the sun for an hour besides to make things worse. I hope it gets turned on before tonight. It gets chilly taking a shower when the sun goes down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I was so tired last night was because we finally took that trip to a native village. We took a boat to get there, and it was a three hour ride up with another three back. We did not get back till a little after supper time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting to see the village, but I hope I never have to spend and length of time in one. They certainly aren’t the cleanest places in this world. At that this one is a fairly civilized one too. At least it is in closer contact with white people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a surprise when we were just arriving on the boat. There were 4 little kids in a canoe, and they were singing. All of them were naked (as most of the kids in the village were, although a lot of the girls and boys that were 8 or 9 years old wore grass skirts, on in the case of boys a small piece of cloth wound around them like a towel) and these kids had a pole and a paddle to manipulate the canoe with. It was a hollowed log affair. When we got close enough to make out what they were singing we got our big surprise. It was that song “I’ve Got Six Pence to Last Me All My Life” and they had it down pat. Both the words and the melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the natives even understand English. Most of the older ones only understand “Pidgin” It is a massacre of the Kings English. The younger ones go to school, so they are a lot better. There is a mission there that teaches them. Some of them are very good, but they let the village policeman do practically all the talking and interpreting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The village itself is a dirty place with the pigs and chickens wandering all over as they pleased. Still there were some amusing incidents happened while we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The natives sell everything and anything they can. The Australian government has put a standard price on most things, such as coconuts, bananas ect. However the native’s standard price is “Two Bob” That seems to be all they know, although they are a lot smarter than they seem. “Two Bob” is about 32 cents in American money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slight pause here while I help Garst eat a can of peaches. They got canned fruit occasionally in the PX, and he got a few cans. They were good too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get back to the native’s a few of the boys bought melons that they call “Paw Paw.” I know it is not spelled that way, but that is how it sounds. The Aussie that was with us said they were very good. Like a ripe plum, but they still have a flavor all their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There weren’t very many of them, and one guy was asking a native if the had any more. However he was saying that he would give him “Two Bob” for some “Pom Pom.” That caused quite a bit of confusion and laughter among the natives. “Pom Pom” is a native woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did hear one story of some native in one of the villages around here offering some “Pom Pom” to one of the boys for two Pounds. That is nearly $6.50, so I don’t think he took any. From what I saw I think anyone would be nuts to have any part of them even for free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them were old weazened up women. They were only a few young ones there, and they said that those girls were 15 or 16. By the time these natives get to be 30 or so they are really old. Their diet does not tend to keep them in very good physical condition. Most of the kids have big pot bellies, and it is not because of being well fed. They are just bloated from some lack of vitamins in their diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just starting to rain, so it looks as if we won’t have a show tonight. I hope that they have it tomorrow night if they do call it off because of the weather tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes the chow horn, so I think I will sign off for now. Perhaps tomorrow I will think of some more of the interesting things of the village. They are quite simple though in everything of their lives, so it does not tend to be too much so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you very much darling. Take care of you for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course I hope – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-5930276438223334944?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/5930276438223334944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=5930276438223334944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/5930276438223334944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/5930276438223334944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/05/letter-home-05-24-1944.html' title='Letter Home 05-24-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-6201067160018609194</id><published>2010-04-30T16:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T16:18:16.325-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 05-22-1944</title><content type='html'>Monday 1530&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05-22-1944&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a rather un-busy day today. At least my flight did. We were supposed to fly the last mission this afternoon, but they just called flying off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a good thing they did too, because two of us missed the truck to go down to the line. We though it was 3 o’clock, and instead they left at 2:30. I don’t know if they would have fired us or not, but I am happy that I don’t have to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lecture this morning on Jap naval craft. It was very dull, and uninteresting. They had the same thing again this afternoon. That is the way they work their lectures. If you are flying either in the morning or afternoon you can still attend the lecture, because they have the same one twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took stock of my laundry situation, and find it very bad. They did have some kind of a laundry service down at the bottom of the hill. I hope it is still going! Otherwise your lazy husband will have to play laundress one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is all I have to talk about today sweetheart. Except my lovely wife. I always like to talk about her. On account of I love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-6201067160018609194?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/6201067160018609194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=6201067160018609194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/6201067160018609194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/6201067160018609194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/04/letter-home-05-22-1944.html' title='Letter Home 05-22-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-408929917567266721</id><published>2010-04-29T16:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T16:37:23.153-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 05-21-1944</title><content type='html'>Sunday 1210&lt;br /&gt;05-21-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Honey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a nice cooking again in church this morning. We did not fly, so I had a chance to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The building they have been using seems to be getting demolished however. I don’t know if it is going to be torn down completely or not, and neither did the chaplain. So maybe services will be out in the jungle next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just through with a swell meal for a change. They had some good pork chops for dinner. Not only that but they had ice creams for dessert, and an ice cold drink. I don’t know how they managed to get the ice and everything, but it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ice cream doesn’t seem to have the creaminess of ours at home. We had figured that it must be made from powdered milk. It was kind of dry, and left our mouths feeling fry. It was still good though if only because it was a rare treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is taking it easy now with fat, contented looks on their faces. A couple of guys just came in trying to get a card game started, but no one is interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of card games I have been playing a wee bit occasionally, and have been holding my own fairly well. I have not won much, but it was enough for what little expenses we have here. I don’t think I’ve even spent $5 to $10 since I’ve been here. Which means that come pay day I will have more money than I can possibly use. Except to play with. So instead I think I will send you some for our future happiness together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will take a nap, and digest this good meal. I love you very much darling. Take good care of you for me? &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-408929917567266721?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/408929917567266721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=408929917567266721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/408929917567266721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/408929917567266721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/04/letter-home-05-21-1944.html' title='Letter Home 05-21-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-778614304617546203</id><published>2010-04-28T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T15:46:03.693-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 05-20-1944</title><content type='html'>Saturday 2100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05-20-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fairly busy day today. Even though we are not ambitious we do like the days we are busy best. It makes the time go faster a trifle at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a flight up around Dobodura and Salamoa. I enjoy those rides. Most likely I am spelling those names wrong. They have such fancy named places around here that I have trouble pronouncing them. Let alone spell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon we had to see the dentist. They lost our dental identification records somewhere, so they had to make new ones. In the process of examining our teeth the dentist naturally found two cavities of mine. I don’t know when they are going to be filled. I wonder too what kind of tools the guy might have to work with! I don’t like dentists anyway and they may be even rougher here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we had another nice lengthy lecture. It was on plane identification, and took 2 ½ hours. On each plane they had some old pilots around here tell of their experience with the types that may be in this area. It was interesting in that way at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys got back from their trips today. They had been weathered in there. However they could not find any mail. We were all fairly sure there would be some, but no dice. That is getting to be monotonous isn’t it? I mean my talking about the lack of mail all the time. From now on I won’t mention it honey. If my letters also get monotonous from carrying on a one sided correspondence till I do get mail though, please excuse it eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you sweetheart. All the time you are in my thoughts, and really near to me even if we are thousands of miles apart. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-778614304617546203?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/778614304617546203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=778614304617546203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/778614304617546203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/778614304617546203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/04/letter-home-05-20-1944.html' title='Letter Home 05-20-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-7474370384118809339</id><published>2010-04-28T08:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T08:38:15.232-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 05-19-1944</title><content type='html'>Friday 2100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05-19-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not write to you last night. Not because I was too busy. In fact it was just the opposite. All I did was have one flight in the morning. The rest of the day I did practically nothing. So when night came around I was going to write but I probably would have just grumbled, so I decided against it. You might get the idea I am unhappy here, but I’m not really. Just the lack of mail made me a trifle disgusted yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some fairly good news yesterday though. There is a fellow named Anderson here that used to be in the 341st. He is here temporarily as a kind of instructor. I’ve been talking to him ect, and mentioning the fact that I hoped to get in the 348th again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday he was up to see the boys for some reason, and when he came back he told me what he heard. The C.O. of the 341st is Major Moore. He used to be the operations officer back in the States. The old C.O. Major Campbell was transferred to another outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Major Moore had put in a request that I be assigned to the 341st. Then the Col. that does the assigning assured him that I would be. I hope that is not all rumor. It seems to me that I would have a better time in an outfit that I know a lot of the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It certainly will be a strange coincidence if I am assigned to it. I never expected to see the boys again when they left the States a year or so ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Gibb tonight. He is just back from a leave in Australia. He had 3 quarts of beer with him too. It was hot of course, but still good. I hadn’t had any in so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of the boys went on a ferry trip this morning. They hoped to stop at a place where we think our mail might be. They did not get back yet, so we don’t know if they got any or not. I sure hope they did! They said when we came here that air mail from here to the States and back usually takes three weeks. We have been here that long, so we are beginning to expect some answers to the ones we wrote when we first arrived. Besides what should have been forwarded long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That seems to be the news of the day. I sure am happy about getting in with the old gang. I hope nothing goes haywire now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you darling. Very, very much indeed – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-7474370384118809339?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/7474370384118809339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=7474370384118809339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/7474370384118809339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/7474370384118809339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/04/letter-home-05-19-1944.html' title='Letter Home 05-19-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-1662663831523350748</id><published>2010-04-26T08:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T08:07:42.458-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 05-17-1944</title><content type='html'>Wednesday 1600 05-17-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Honey: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same old routine today. I had one ride this morning. We took a cross country although we did not land. We just buzzed the strip there and came home. We get a bigger kick out of going somewhere like that, than to just fly around here all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day we were flying over Madang, Lae, and Pinchhaven. I am not sure they are spelled correctly. There are some nice looking places there. At lest they seem so from the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to seem like I am griping darling, and if it sounds like it I am not directing it your way. However, all of us are getting fairly disgusted about the lack of mail. It certainly seems like they could get it here by this time. It gets king of hard to write letters all the time, but never receive any. It has been one long time since I’ve heard from my lovely wife, and I miss her letters too. I hope they get on the ball soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon we had a lecture that did not amount to much. It was about high altitude effects on the body, and we have all had them time and time again in the States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we should get to see a movie. I hope it is a good one. The other night they had Tarzan, and it was plenty corny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;guess that is about all I have to talk about today sweetheart. Except to remind you that I love you very much – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-1662663831523350748?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/1662663831523350748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=1662663831523350748' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/1662663831523350748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/1662663831523350748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/04/letter-home-05-17-1944.html' title='Letter Home 05-17-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-8253868901921251462</id><published>2010-04-23T07:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T10:18:45.826-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 05-16-1944</title><content type='html'>Tuesday 2030&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05-16-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Honey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in on the cross country I missed Sun. this morning. We took a bunch of airplanes there, and flew back in a transport plane. It was a nice trip both ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was at this other strip I ran into a couple of the boys I knew before. I sure am finding a lot of fellows I used to know. I’ve still got my fingers crossed hoping I get in one of the Squadrons in the 348th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had another big lecture today. Or rather I should say tonight. We just got back. It was long enough. We were there for 2 ½ hours. They have usually been fairly interesting, so we don’t mind too much. Also we don’t have much else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mail you letter this morning. In fact I left in such a hurry I forgot my sun glasses and my cigarettes. We got up a bit late this morning. No one woke up till 6:45, so we only had 20 min to get ready, eat, and be down at the bottom of the hill to meet the truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the boys here in the hut evidently likes ketchup even better than you do. A couple of them just got arguing about breakfast, and this guy said the only way he likes pancakes is with ketchup on them. He would eat it on anything if he could get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got off on a tangent there. I was telling you about forgetting your letter. I did not get back till 4 o’clock this afternoon, so I just mailed it before supper. It will probably be going out in the morning with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;love you sweetheart very much. Always and all ways – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-8253868901921251462?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/8253868901921251462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=8253868901921251462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/8253868901921251462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/8253868901921251462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/04/letter-home-05-16-1944.html' title='Letter Home 05-16-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-5861798169312451438</id><published>2010-04-21T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T20:10:08.715-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/S8-TtGFyrhI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Q5f02e_6bM0/s1600/063+-+9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/S8-TtGFyrhI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Q5f02e_6bM0/s400/063+-+9.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-5861798169312451438?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/5861798169312451438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=5861798169312451438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/5861798169312451438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/5861798169312451438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/04/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/S8-TtGFyrhI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Q5f02e_6bM0/s72-c/063+-+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-1544336549514671792</id><published>2010-04-21T16:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T16:05:34.493-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 05-15-1944</title><content type='html'>Monday 1630&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05-15-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think I saw at noon today? It was George Burgess. He and a couple of other boys from his Squadron were here to pick up some planes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks good. All tan ect. Evidently his trip through the jungle did not bother him too much. No matter how good his health is here though he thinks it would be a lot better at home. He and all the rest of them are eager to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However he said he mentioned that to his C.O., and the answer he got was to forget about it for eight months or so. He does not know for sure if the C.O. was kidding or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was glad to see someone from home too, and also he asked about you. He told me to say hello when I wrote to you so, “Hello!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one flight this morning, and when I came back we had another lecture. I saw George just after that, and we shot the bull until one o’clock. He had to leave then so I only saw him for about two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took a shower, already I am wringing wet. Also the flies in the hut seem extra busy today. They are always bad, but today they are worse. I guess we will have to start a big campaign against them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before these flies eat me up I guess I will say so long. I love you sweetheart very, very, much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-1544336549514671792?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/1544336549514671792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=1544336549514671792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/1544336549514671792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/1544336549514671792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/04/letter-home-05-15-1944.html' title='Letter Home 05-15-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-3018177642738982755</id><published>2010-04-21T08:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T08:51:37.912-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 05-14-1944</title><content type='html'>Sunday 2030&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05-14-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to church all OK this morning, and lost about a pound sweating while I was there. Nevertheless I enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I get this letter wet, and a trifle dirty around the bottom of the page please excuse it. It is because I just walked up the hill, and I am wringing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed out on a cross country today. It was my morning off of course, so I can’t blame anyone. A bunch of the boys had a nice trip though. Naturally I can’t tell you where they went. Not that it would tell you very much because you don’t know where we are. It is somewhere in New Guinea however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly am not going to be very interested in any travel movies of the South Seas after the war. Of course I am not seeing all the scenic beautiful places they have in those things, but I just don’t think I would care too much for it. Even though they do have some wonderful sunsets and beautiful nights here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just had another big screaming lecture tonight. That is where I just came from, and why I am so hot. I had to climb the hill. We always cuss this hill when we have to climb it, but it is a lot better to live on top of it as we do. We get a nice breeze starting around three o’clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that is all the news of the day. I love you always darling. Every day more that the previous one if such were possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-3018177642738982755?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/3018177642738982755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=3018177642738982755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/3018177642738982755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/3018177642738982755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/04/letter-home-05-14-1944.html' title='Letter Home 05-14-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-8272457125341288877</id><published>2010-04-20T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T15:43:51.617-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 05-13-1944</title><content type='html'>Saturday 2030&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05-13-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are on a wonderful Sat. night. All cleaned up, and no place to go. All the boys have been talking about what they used to do in the States on Sat. night. If course that was as civilians. The Army in the U.S. is not too much different in the fact that one day is just like the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two nice flights today. The one this afternoon was with a Flight Leader whose flying we don’t care too much for, but it was still good. He is a very good pilot, but his technique is rough on his wing men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we had another lecture. Most of them have to be at night. It is the only time they can get experienced men to come and talk to us. They are busy working all day at their own jobs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evenings here are usually very nice. It cools of around 5 o’clock, and there is a breeze. Tonight it is a little sultry, but not too bad. During the day is when the heat is terrific!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;am off tomorrow morning, so I guess I will get a chance to go to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;love you darling. Always and all ways! Just stay as lovely as you are till I get back. I love you – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-8272457125341288877?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/8272457125341288877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=8272457125341288877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/8272457125341288877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/8272457125341288877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/04/letter-home-05-13-1944.html' title='Letter Home 05-13-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-2694339227545648602</id><published>2010-04-14T17:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T17:14:39.507-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 05-12-1944</title><content type='html'>Friday 2030&lt;br /&gt;05-12-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy we just cam back from seeing a real rooting, tooting, two gun western movie. It was one of Richard Dix best I guess. Plenty of fighting, shooting, and ham acting. It was entertaining at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These lines on this paper don’t work out too well for me. I guess I make my y’s g’s ect. with too big a loop. I will start trying to make them smaller so you can read this better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew again today. There wasn’t any flight leader so three of us went up individually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met that guy I was telling you about that I knew in the 370th. He just came over here a couple of days ago. He is a replacement for P47’s too. I was mistaken when I thought he was flying twin engine stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heat ect. is still the same here. We have to keep reminding ourselves that it is winter here. There certainly will never be any snow. It would not last a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bit of a headache tonight, so I guess I will sign off now. I love you – lots – good night – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-2694339227545648602?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/2694339227545648602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=2694339227545648602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/2694339227545648602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/2694339227545648602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/04/letter-home-05-12-1944.html' title='Letter Home 05-12-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-4181582451644190456</id><published>2010-04-13T13:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T13:10:07.242-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 05-11-1944</title><content type='html'>Thursday 2100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05-11-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got started at some flying today. We did not do much. Just a little formation ride around the local area. We took a look at several landing strips, and that was all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We usually fly two missions a day the way the schedule is set up. One in the morning, and one in the afternoon. One man in each flight has half the day off also. However this afternoon no one flew because the planes weren’t all in proper shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure makes a lot of difference in the way the time goes when we fly. When we have something to do the day seems shorter by far. I hope they continue now to keep us fairly busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I’ve been trying to teach Paulson to play cribbage. He sure is having a tough time figuring out how to count. Maybe after a bit of practice he will learn. Then if we can teach one more guy in the hut we might have some 4 handed games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I play cribbage I think of you. Remember the very pleasant evenings we spent playing it together? I always wish I were home playing with you instead of one of these jokers. Just to be home with you would be swell in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a fellow today that I thought I’d met before, but he is in a P38 outfit, so I could not figure out how I may have met him. Later I remembered that he was in the 370th Group. He was a guy that always wanted to fly twin engine planes, because he was an airline pilot before the war. Evidently he finally got in them. It sure is strange the way we meet guys that we have seen before like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you very much sweetheart. Don’t work too hard and take care of you for me. I love you – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-4181582451644190456?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/4181582451644190456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=4181582451644190456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/4181582451644190456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/4181582451644190456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/04/letter-home-05-11-1944.html' title='Letter Home 05-11-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-6044896172818653449</id><published>2010-04-07T18:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T18:46:44.002-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 05-10-1944</title><content type='html'>Wednesday 1400&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05-10-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking life easy again today. The best thing we have done here so far is wait for something to happen. We are becoming expert loafers. By the time we do begin flying we will use a few days getting back in the mood for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the schedule set up today we are to fly tomorrow, so we can get started at last. We haven’t had so much as a lecture today, and it doesn’t look as if we will either. That trip to a native village is still put off also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the boys that started out with us from Richmond got in the hospital in San Francisco. He developed a sore throat on the train going west. He was in the hospital when we left the Sates. Today he showed up here, so that makes our gang complete. We all got here finally. Now all we have to do is wait a year or two till we can go home I suppose. That seems to be how long everyone thinks we will be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just happened to notice a mention of the fact that Mother’s Day is May 14 in a magazine. I can’t very well get a card or anything to send Mom, but perhaps you will take care of that. Anyway, convey my greetings and best wishes when this letter gets to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some more air mail envelopes today. That is why I am writing this instead of Vmail. I hope this paper shortage that that Lt. mentioned the other day does not affect my writing to you. I don’t know how these letters will be arriving to you, but I hope they come every day, and not in bundles with long lapses in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is because I love you very much, and like to tell you about it every day. I really am nuts about you darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/S70KfE51uHI/AAAAAAAAAU4/IE7oFLcWtqw/s1600/1944-05-10+Envelope.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/S70KfE51uHI/AAAAAAAAAU4/IE7oFLcWtqw/s400/1944-05-10+Envelope.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/S70Kop6MV2I/AAAAAAAAAVA/N-a0A5ltuNo/s1600/1944-05-10+Page+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/S70Kop6MV2I/AAAAAAAAAVA/N-a0A5ltuNo/s400/1944-05-10+Page+1.jpg" width="323" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/S70K2ZYY_CI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aUcavolkCtI/s1600/1944-05-10+Page+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/S70K2ZYY_CI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aUcavolkCtI/s400/1944-05-10+Page+2.jpg" width="323" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/S70LEt4J-dI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/mFEGQA8_lHM/s1600/1944-05-10+Page+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/S70LEt4J-dI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/mFEGQA8_lHM/s400/1944-05-10+Page+3.jpg" width="323" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-6044896172818653449?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/6044896172818653449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=6044896172818653449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/6044896172818653449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/6044896172818653449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/04/wednesday-1400-05-10-1944-hello-darling.html' title='Letter Home 05-10-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/S70KfE51uHI/AAAAAAAAAU4/IE7oFLcWtqw/s72-c/1944-05-10+Envelope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-4527005901249280612</id><published>2010-04-05T12:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T19:14:32.171-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 05-09-1944</title><content type='html'>05-09-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am out of air mail envelopes tonight, so I guess I will have to use this Vmail. We have been arguing about which is the fastest, and can’t agree. Some say air mail, because of the time involved in photographing these V letters. Maybe you can tell me from the length of time it takes for my mail to get to you. We only had a couple of lectures today. We did get assigned to Flights though, so we should begin flying soon. They are also trying to get a trip planned to take us out to a native village. It hasn’t panned out yet, but one of these days we will probably be going out. Everyone says most of these villages are pretty dirty, and not too enjoyable to hang out in, but it is worth visiting one just to see them. The natives always want “Two Bob” also. That is about 32 cents. It is their favorite question to try to beg “Two Bob” haven’t any more room, so for now good night. I love you very, very much – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/S7vARvo8E1I/AAAAAAAAAUI/fSI566F2m-c/s1600/V-Mail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/S7vARvo8E1I/AAAAAAAAAUI/fSI566F2m-c/s320/V-Mail.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-4527005901249280612?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/4527005901249280612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=4527005901249280612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/4527005901249280612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/4527005901249280612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/04/letter-home-05-09-1944.html' title='Letter Home 05-09-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/S7vARvo8E1I/AAAAAAAAAUI/fSI566F2m-c/s72-c/V-Mail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-1612935420657480440</id><published>2010-04-02T12:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T19:25:57.497-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 05-08-1944</title><content type='html'>Monday 1930&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05-08-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am again with practically nothing to say. We don’t ever do anything to talk about, so our letters must get pretty dull at times. Most of the time in fact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am using Baker’s pen tonight, and I like it better than mine. I only started to use it because it was handy at the moment. It is just like mine, so I can’t understand why I should like it better. Maybe its because I dropped mine on the point about a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of the boys are playing rummy, and one of them is cussing out the cat. We have a little kitten here, and it is right in the middle of the game. They are playing on a cot, and he jumped up there too. They guy that doesn’t like it just hates cats in general, and this one in particular. It seems the cat was over in his hut the other day, and decided to take a nap in his bed. While he was there he had a call from mother nature, so he let go on the bed. So he doesn’t care too much for the cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a couple more lectures today. One was on censorship, and it was pretty interesting! From the way the guy talked some of us will be censoring the enlisted men’s mail in the squadron we go to at some time or other. Our mail as officers is usually allowed to go through with our own certification. That is by our signing the envelope in the lower left hand corner. All they do is spot check ours occasionally. He also stressed writing on one side only even though we have a paper shortage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I will sign off for now. I love you very much sweetheart. Take good care of you for me – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/S7vCkyoO4HI/AAAAAAAAAUY/fMyTl_bOXbE/s1600/1944-05-08+Envelope.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/S7vCkyoO4HI/AAAAAAAAAUY/fMyTl_bOXbE/s400/1944-05-08+Envelope.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/S7vCnqILrZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/HFhdzLYlJM8/s1600/1944-05-08+Letter+Page+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/S7vCnqILrZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/HFhdzLYlJM8/s400/1944-05-08+Letter+Page+1.jpg" width="323" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/S7vCrjtxRCI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ymhHpLBxSCU/s400/1944-05-08+Letter+Page+3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-1612935420657480440?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/1612935420657480440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=1612935420657480440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/1612935420657480440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/1612935420657480440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/04/letter-home-05-08-1944.html' title='Letter Home 05-08-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/S7vCkyoO4HI/AAAAAAAAAUY/fMyTl_bOXbE/s72-c/1944-05-08+Envelope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-6415089022062451783</id><published>2010-03-31T19:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T19:17:04.435-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post Card'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><title type='text'>Postcards from the U.S. Naval Training School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have something a little different tonight.&amp;nbsp; While going through the boxes of letters, I found that they contained a little more than just those written by my grandfather during the war.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tucked here and there were uniform patches, letters from other friends and family, and these postcards.&amp;nbsp; They are all from the U.S. Naval Training School where my great aunt Dorothy went for her training as a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Women_Accepted_for_Volunteer_Emergency_Service"&gt;WAVE&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The school was located at the Bronx campus of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hunter_College"&gt;Hunter College&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="165" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/S7PVetE2orI/AAAAAAAAAT0/qYweCQW7_jw/s320/Naval+Training+School+005.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-6415089022062451783?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/6415089022062451783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=6415089022062451783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/6415089022062451783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/6415089022062451783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/03/postcards-from-us-naval-training-school.html' title='Postcards from the U.S. Naval Training School'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/S7PVgEAhrqI/AAAAAAAAAT8/LQ7pxV0OkoU/s72-c/Naval+Training+School+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-8234727235144493939</id><published>2010-03-31T14:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T19:16:59.886-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 05-07-1944</title><content type='html'>Sunday 2100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05-07-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a trifle different than the usual routine. Only because I went to church. Otherwise it was just like any other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really hot in church too. At least outside the building there was a breeze, and I did not feel quite so warm. When I got inside though I really got wringing wet in a hurry. They have the Red Cross building for religious services, and there was not a breath of a breeze in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon we had a lecture on weather. There was supposed to be a weather man coming to talk to us, but he was late. So the major started telling us about the weather around here. In the middle of his talk this other guy showed up. He just sat in the back, and listened. When the major got through he did not have anything to say. He just agreed with everything we had just been told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a couple of fairly good meals today. Instead of the usual bully beef we had pork chops for dinner, and tonight we had some pretty nice chili. The rest of the menu was the same – potatoes, and raw onions, and greens. They must have a lot of onions here because we get them practically every day. It is a good thing I like them at least a little bit. I certainly don’t go for this bully beef. Especially when they make “ersatz” hamburger out of it. I can stand it better if the just leave it as is, and perhaps warm it up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water is off in our little shower this evening, and as far as I know it is still off. We may have to start going to the one they have rigged up down at the bottom of the hill. It is easy going down, but a lot of work coming back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have another show over in a different area occasionally, and there was one tonight. I did not go because I’d seen the picture. It was the “Pride of the Yankees.” Another discouraging feature of going is the walk over there. It is a 15 minute walk there, and a 45 min walk back. It is this hill that makes the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case I haven’t told you lately I love you very, very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Baker just came over and started squawking about something, and what did I do but mess up the address on the envelope. I wrote Baker instead of Clifford. I used the envelope anyway, because they are not too easy to get here. I hope you don’t mind my absent mindedness too much. I still love you – lots! I never get absent minded about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/S7vA3op2W-I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YX0SGA0ck0Q/s1600/Envelope+05-07-1944.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/S7vA3op2W-I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YX0SGA0ck0Q/s400/Envelope+05-07-1944.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-8234727235144493939?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/8234727235144493939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=8234727235144493939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/8234727235144493939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/8234727235144493939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/03/letter-home-05-07-1944.html' title='Letter Home 05-07-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/S7vA3op2W-I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YX0SGA0ck0Q/s72-c/Envelope+05-07-1944.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-4100669510917207792</id><published>2010-03-30T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T13:08:30.377-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 05-06-1944</title><content type='html'>Saturday Afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05-06-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Honey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you this bright sunshiny afternoon? The sun is really boiling down here today. There are about 5 of us sitting out in this sun trying to get a bit of a tan. I never stay out in it long though. It would not take long to get a good burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having a nice little rummy game, but it got broken up. There is this one guy here that none of us enjoy having around, and he came down and got in the game. Everyone suddenly lost interest in playing and here we are out in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard today that we would not start flying until next week. They have some other pilots that got here before us and they are going to be finished before we get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a couple more lectures though. One was on weather. In this hot climate it does not take long for large clouds to build up, and we have to watch the weather closely. When in doubt turn around and go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one very nice thing about this area. They never holler if you decide you had better turn around. Any time you don’t like an airplane you don’t have to fly it, and no one says a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the boys had a minor mishap the first (and only) time we flew, and nothing was said. Back in the States there would be screaming and hollering for weeks. It was his own fault of course. He landed too far down the runway, and just rolled into a ditch at the end. Nothing was hurt. They simply had a bit of work getting it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had the picture “Sahara” at the show last night, but I had a small head ache, so I skipped it. I hope there is a good one Monday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are all well and happy, and account of I Love you very, very much. Thousands of miles away or not, I still love you – lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-4100669510917207792?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/4100669510917207792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=4100669510917207792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/4100669510917207792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/4100669510917207792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/03/letter-home-05-06-1944.html' title='Letter Home 05-06-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-8965783903927455851</id><published>2010-03-30T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T09:40:15.589-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 05-05-1944</title><content type='html'>Friday 2100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05-05-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally met one of the boys from my old outfit. His name is Anderson, and he came in here this morning. He is assigned to this Replacement pool here to help orientate new pilots. He was telling me all kinds of tales about the rest of the gang. They are still practically all there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I suppose I could tell you something about how those boys have been doing. I don’t think it is vital war information now. And I think it might help to lessen any worries you may have about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway in the time they have been here, about a year I guess, they haven’t lost more that two pilots in any squadron in combat. A lot have had their planes shot up, but they still come home. This P47 is almost impossible for the Japs to knock down, and with all the fire power it has they are fast becoming leery of tangling with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anderson was saying you hardly ever see any in fact these days, and all the boys have become utterly contemptuous of the Jap pilots. Not to the extent where they stick their necks out looking for trouble, but they don’t worry about them any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That rumor I was talking about last night of our having a lecture was very true. We had a nice long one. There was a major that spoke to us about rescue, and he talked for 3 solid hours. Still he did not cover all he wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a couple more, and it was at one of them this afternoon that Anderson got roped into talking a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as if we have been here a long time, and it is only a week. We feel a little like natives by now. It doesn’t take long to settle down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you sweetheart always and all ways! Take real good care of you for me won’t you? I love you –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-8965783903927455851?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/8965783903927455851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=8965783903927455851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/8965783903927455851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/8965783903927455851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/03/letter-home-05-05-1944.html' title='Letter Home 05-05-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-8791634615385444642</id><published>2010-03-26T07:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T07:12:48.239-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 05-04-1944</title><content type='html'>Thursday Evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-4-44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am far from sure of the day and date, but I think that it is close enough to call it Thurs. Time doesn’t mean much here. All it is is another day closer till we can (I hope) go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying out my new stationary this evening. I just got my ration of two pads for the month. It seems a lot of things are rationed here. Tomorrow is the day for cigarettes. We are supposed to be able to buy 4 cartons a month, but lately they have been cut a bit to two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the only way you can send me a package is for me to request something. Then you have to take the letter to the post office. Anyway, will you send me some cigarettes and some #828 film if you can get it? It will probably only take a couple months to get here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not fly today. All we had was a couple of lectures. I think we have another one tonight too. At least that is the latest rumor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to take Atabrine tablets every day, and the boys are saying that is what makes us turn yellow. They are little yellow pills something like (quininze?) Protection against possible malaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is 10 min to 6 and Kay Kyser is on the radio. It certainly is strange to hear these programs at odd hours like this. It should be Wed, but because of being this side of the date line we get it a day later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried a new card game today. Fan Tan for a change. It is a pretty good game that quite a few can play. I made out better later yesterday in the cribbage game too by the way. I knew his luck could not last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you sweetheart. Very much indeed. Outside of that there isn’t much other news. Take good care of you for me eh? I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;br /&gt;(a little anyway)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-8791634615385444642?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/8791634615385444642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=8791634615385444642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/8791634615385444642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/8791634615385444642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/03/letter-home-05-04-1944.html' title='Letter Home 05-04-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-2182233253274380246</id><published>2010-03-24T13:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T13:53:25.803-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 05-03-1944</title><content type='html'>Wednesday 330 PM&lt;br /&gt;05-03-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started doing something at last. Yesterday afternoon we had a lecture, and then last night we had two Australian officers in to talk to us. They were pretty interesting. Both of them had lived in Japan before the war, and they naturally knew quite a bit about the Nips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning some of us started flying. Most of the boys are enjoying it immensely. They can get away with a lot more here than they could back in the states. I bet there was more buzzing and low flying went on today, than has been done in the U.S. in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally I did a little myself, but don’t worry honey I was careful. I never got down nearly as low as most of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been playing cribbage with one of the boys in our tent, and I think I would do better playing for matches, or else trying poker. We were playing for sixpence a point, and I lost about three pounds. Better I should try poker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don’t mind these fairly short letters darling. We don’t have much to say, and don’t do much. And because of the censorship we aren’t allowed to say much either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of censorship I’ve been wondering if these letters are censored. They are subject to it of course, but as officers we seal our letters when we mail them. Enlisted personnel have to leave theirs unsealed. We just sign out envelopes in the lower left hand corner to certify that they contain no military information. Let me know some time if they censor eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you – lots and lots. I sure do hope they get going soon, and shove our mail through. I miss you letters very much. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-2182233253274380246?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/2182233253274380246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=2182233253274380246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/2182233253274380246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/2182233253274380246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/03/letter-home-05-03-1944.html' title='Letter Home 05-03-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-283705783421603301</id><published>2010-03-23T17:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T17:02:24.479-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 05-02-1944</title><content type='html'>Monday 8AM &lt;br /&gt;05-02-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you are wondering why I seem to be always writing in the morning, but you see I have time then, and it is the coolest part of the day. The sun doesn’t really get going till a little later. It is of course cool at night, but we don’t have much of a light to be doing anything then. Usually we are in bed by 8 or 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had a show. It was an old murder mystery, but it was pretty good. I was thinking then that I don’t know how I will stay awake when I do get home. After a year or two of this (that’s possible, but I hope I get home in less than two) I will be so used to going to bed at 8 or 9, that I will be yawning all over if I try to stay up later probably. If course there may be a difference in the time I get up. We get up at about 6 here. They only serve breakfast from 630 to 730.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got ambitious, and did some laundry. We don’t have any real place to do it, so it isn’t really as clean as it could be. However it is a trifle cleaner, and we don’t worry about that too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to write to Dottie yesterday, but I could not find her address. I can’t remember it exactly, nor do I know how she is to be addressed now since she got here rating. If you will send it to me I may be able to start writing to her in a month or two. It will probably take that long for letters to get back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of you letters reminds me that it has been a long time since I’ve heard from you. Not that I am blaming you sweetheart. It is simply because of all this moving around. And one of the boys in the orderly room said it would probably be a couple more weeks before any starts getting here. I certainly do miss your letters too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s about all of the news at the moment darling. If you can call it news. It is kind of hard to write nothing in a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that is easy to say is I love you. Easy to say, but much easier to mean. Especially to such a lovely wife as you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-283705783421603301?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/283705783421603301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=283705783421603301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/283705783421603301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/283705783421603301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/03/letter-home-05-02-1944.html' title='Letter Home 05-02-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-5437637350478983647</id><published>2010-03-23T14:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T14:46:37.513-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 05-01-1944</title><content type='html'>Monday 8 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05-01-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again on another day of leisure. At least we have not been given anything to do yet. I guess they still haven’t got their school set up ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may be waiting till they get more of the boys in here, and have their personal affairs straightened out. Such as going to the finance office ect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly all the rest of our boys arrived yesterday afternoon. We feel like old timers now that these guys are here. Even if we don’t know much about what the score is; they know less than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are sitting here cleaning their 45’s. Maybe I had best take a look at mine to see that it is not getting rusty. I may want to go hunting with it some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking yesterday how I had been talking to you on the phone two weeks ago. I guess that would be today back home. I sure wish I could do it again, but it will probably be a little longer before I get the chance again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are not doing much, I don’t have much to say. Except that I love you – but definitely! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George (a little?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-5437637350478983647?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/5437637350478983647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=5437637350478983647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/5437637350478983647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/5437637350478983647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/03/letter-home-05-01-1944.html' title='Letter Home 05-01-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-1014015975085389732</id><published>2010-03-19T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T14:58:36.623-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 08-19-1944</title><content type='html'>Saturday &lt;br /&gt;08-19-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is early in the morning for me to be writing, but I missed last night. We had a double feature at the show, and it took till 11:15 to finish. By the time I got back to the house the lights were out. I have to fly this morning, but one of the boys in the flight is just going over to eat breakfast, so I think I have time. It is 8 o’clock now. Ten o’clock last night to you. You are probably thinking of going to bed about now. Wish I were with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you aren’t too surprised when you get the money I sent home to you yesterday. I haven’t heard what you may have had to say about the $450 I sent before, but you seemed to think the $270 I sent from Frisco was quite a bit, so no doubt the other was a bigger surprise. Well yesterday I topped it all with $1000.00. I don’t ever expect to be able to do that again, in fact I am still not quite used to it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to fly – See you later. I love you darling – lots and lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here I am again an hour and a half later. Things were slightly SNAFU (Situation Normal All Fouled Up) and we did not fly. There were 3 flights there, and we had a time even getting enough planes for one. A lot of them were out for inspections and plug changes. Lots of fun, but no flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get back to this conversation about money – filthy subject isn’t it. I don’t mean to dwell on it so, but I though you might expect a bit of explaining. Anyway I won most of that $1000 playing poker. And I’ve also got 3 money orders for #100.00 each that I think I will have Hayes endorse to you and just send them in this envelope. They can only be transferred once, so I won’t even bother having them endorsed to me. I will also have to mention this in another letter in case this one gets lost. I will keep the stubs so I can send you the serial #’s on them if such a thing does happen. You can perhaps mention receiving both of these amounts in a couple of you letters too, so I will know you got them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I suppose I better say something about my winning such a number of pickets for the fence around the hut? That was very unusual for me (or anyone) to win that much. I was just extra lucky. Usually no one wins more then 3 or 400 bucks. And every one of them is still ahead of the game. For instance Hayes (who lost the 300) has sent home over $2000 since he has been here, and Ford has won quite a bit, and so on. And I do not intend to be losing a lot of money myself, because I won’t have it to lose. I keep just a little to play with each month. If I win – fine! – I send it home. If I lose I won’t lose much, and then I can wait till the next month to try my little bit again. For instance right now I have $50 in case I play again. If I lose I quit, and I will still be way ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not changing me in any way as far as my getting gambler’s fever or anything either. All of us over here kind of lose our sense of value of money, because we can’t spend any, and it is also in this Dutch money. It is almost like play money. For $50 I get about 100 of these cigar coupons. If we had American dollars we probably would never have very big games. Also, it doesn’t matter to me if I play for small amounts or large. I just like to play cards. Nearly any kind for that matter. Also I never expect to play very much poker of any kind when I get home. Then I will realize what money means and I will have you, xo I won’t have to look anywhere else for entertainment. Naturally I like to win like this to give us something to start on when I get home. Especially since I have no idea what I will do for a job. In case you have to support me I may at least hold up my end for a short time at any rate. (Just kidding darling.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;am not out for blood in these games either. I hope I win, but it doesn’t matter. If I don’t have any money at all when I get home I will have you (and that is worth more than any amount of dough), and we will get by somehow. Just being with you will make me happy, and I intend to do everything in my power to make you happy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had been quite a long discourse on gambling and money. I hope I haven’t left you with the impression that I’ve become so mercenary that I can think of nothing else. Rather I hope I’ve made you understand how I feel about the whole thing. How about it? What did you make of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way if you or the folks, or the folks in Detroit need any money of have use for it, don’t hesitate to use it. Nothing would please me more than to see you get some enjoyment out of it. It doesn’t mean anything to me as far as using it goes. You don’t have to use it on necessities either if you don’t want to. Spend it foolishly or anyway – like buy yourself some shoes for instance. This is probably the only time I will ever feel that I have enough to even think of satisfying my darling’s fondness for shoes. Again, I am kidding, or did you know that already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I won’t have to mention this subject again. I’ve covered it exhaustively I think. A much better subject for conversation is my love for you. That is reall great! It doesn’t seem right to crowd such a lot of love into such a small space, but I am out of paper again. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-1014015975085389732?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/1014015975085389732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=1014015975085389732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/1014015975085389732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/1014015975085389732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/03/letter-home-08-19-1944.html' title='Letter Home 08-19-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-6964795382067721555</id><published>2010-03-18T20:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T20:28:45.233-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><title type='text'>Formal Photograph</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/S6LFFFs8h_I/AAAAAAAAARM/xUaSR9e0ThA/s1600-h/GMBPilotGear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/S6LFFFs8h_I/AAAAAAAAARM/xUaSR9e0ThA/s320/GMBPilotGear.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;George M. Barnes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-6964795382067721555?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/6964795382067721555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=6964795382067721555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/6964795382067721555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/6964795382067721555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/03/formal-photograph.html' title='Formal Photograph'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/S6LFFFs8h_I/AAAAAAAAARM/xUaSR9e0ThA/s72-c/GMBPilotGear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-7068369073009744244</id><published>2010-03-17T21:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:31:42.199-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><title type='text'>George M. Barnes and the "Little Edie"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/S6GGkdY22kI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ntNw-Zg_pBY/s1600-h/LittleEdieOriginal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/S6GGkdY22kI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ntNw-Zg_pBY/s400/LittleEdieOriginal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449784985017309762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a great picture of my grandfather and his plane, the "Little Edie" which was named in honor of my grandmother Edith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-7068369073009744244?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/7068369073009744244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=7068369073009744244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/7068369073009744244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/7068369073009744244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/03/george-m-barnes-and-little-edie.html' title='George M. Barnes and the &quot;Little Edie&quot;'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/S6GGkdY22kI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ntNw-Zg_pBY/s72-c/LittleEdieOriginal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-4975398221179530653</id><published>2010-03-17T19:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T19:59:47.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter Home 06-30-1944</title><content type='html'>Friday 1900&lt;br /&gt;06-30-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still doing business here at the same old stand, although (can’t spell tonight) we haven’t been flying since they told us we were being assigned to the 348th.  We certainly are ready to go join them whenever they give the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had hopes that I might get a letter or two from you before we left.  However for the past few days no one has received any mail.  I know that once we leave here our mail will very likely be balled up for almost a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be a extraordinary number of bugs buzzing around here tonight.  The worst of are the little flying ants.  We always have a lot of little brown ants here, but tonight they have wings, and they keep bothering the dickens out of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to get a hair cut today.  My hair was getting about an inch long.  First thing I knew it would be getting in my eyes.  Mostly what bothered me really was the way it was starting to curl over my ears.  Now that is remedied now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior is cussing New Guinea tonight, the bugs, woods and everything.  He is very disgusted, and wishes he was back in England.  He is a really good kid, and will be ok, all of the boys are telling him he is crazy.  Everyone else is glad they are here.  His real name is Wurtz, and he comes from Dearborn.  He is the youngest one here, and that won him the moniker of Junior.  Usually he is one of the best natured boys I know of, but he is disgusted with this place tonight.  In much different words of course.  I couldn’t write the actual language being tossed around here at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However he feels about it doesn’t change our opinion.  This is where we want to be, other than to be at home.  Since we have to go somewhere to fight this is the best in most of the boy’s opinion.  Don’t get me wrong Darling.  I am not praising the jungle life.  If we were over in England we would find plenty to be griped about too I think.  This to my mind is the lesser of the two evils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These ants are getting in my hair too much darling, and I don’t have too much news tonight, so I think I will sign off for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you – always and all ways.  No matter how far apart we are you are always here with me in my heart.  Take good care of you for me won’t you?  I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-4975398221179530653?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/4975398221179530653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=4975398221179530653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/4975398221179530653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/4975398221179530653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/03/letter-home-06-30-1944.html' title='Letter Home 06-30-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-4909605889139184816</id><published>2010-03-17T07:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T07:38:35.488-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 06-27-1944</title><content type='html'>Thursday 1900&lt;br /&gt;06-27-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like everyone was pretty busy while Dottie was home.  I bet everyone had a good time though.  Too bad she could not stay longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got three letters from you today.  The mail situation is a lot better here. I also got the Vmail you sent by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this you tell me about these 4F wolves keeping an eye on you in some bar?  I can understand it though in a way, because you are a very lovely gal.  So any man might be intrigued!  However don’t pay any attention to them will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine Betty getting a big kick out of it. I’ll bet she teased you unmercifully.  She is a pretty good sport I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got Dottie’s address, so now perhaps I can write her a little note some evening.  In fact tonight is as good as any I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me to elaborate on going to town business I spoke of back where we were.  Well there used to be people live in these towns in New Guinea.  From what a few Aussies have said it was pretty much a summer vacation spot.  They had a few hotels and a few houses there.  There aren’t any civilians around now though.  It is all Army, Navy and Aussies now.  The only thing of any interest there was the Allied Officer’s Club.  They did not have anything much to sell.  In fact nothing in the line of drinking material.  All they had was some cold drinks.  Not much taste to them.  Just circus water.  During the day we could get tea and cakes.  I think I told you about doing that one time.  They also served dinners there, but I don’t know how they were.  I was never in for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There aren’t really any towns as you know them at home.  Every place is simply an Army or Navy base, or an air strip.  There probably wont be any civilians around till long after the war is over.  Any time the boys get leave here they fly down to Austrailia in transport planes.  On the Army naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the boys are a bit disgusted about the leave situation.  Usually, the leaves are given to the boys every three or four months.  On a rotation system, so there is always someone on leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However in our case we have not been assigned to any outfit yet, and all this time we spend does not count on any leaves.  That doesn’t bother me so much.  I’d just as soon keep right on the job here till it was over.  What I hope is that this time does count on how soon we get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the boys in the tent is from Detroit, and he just got a copy of the Detroit News today.  It is the April 29th issue.  We found a poem in it and a cartoon we got a kick out of.  He kept the poem, but I copied it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you might rest a moment in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Only a moment fee from fact and fear&lt;br /&gt;All of my soul would crumble at your wish&lt;br /&gt;All of my heart open, to find you near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could pause, even a second’s breath,&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting time and reason and our duty&lt;br /&gt;What might we learn of wonder and of depth&lt;br /&gt;What cadence full of vast, eternal beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we must stand, separate and long apart,&lt;br /&gt;Hallowed for things larger than self and time&lt;br /&gt;Only a woman turns her eyes away,&lt;br /&gt;And longs to set a holocaust to rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poem I am serious about sweetheart, but I am only kidding about the cartoon.  You will look good to me no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be running out of things to say soon, and won’t be able to write much to Dottie.  Maybe I better sign off for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you darling very much.  Every day is possible I love you more.  I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-4909605889139184816?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/4909605889139184816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=4909605889139184816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/4909605889139184816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/4909605889139184816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2010/03/thursday-1900-06-27-1944-hello-darling.html' title='Letter Home 06-27-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-3070441392716833471</id><published>2009-11-30T19:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T19:50:07.251-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><title type='text'>Pictures Taken by Sgt. Albert Arnold</title><content type='html'>Some time ago I was contacted through the excellent forums over at &lt;a href="http://www.ww2f.com/"&gt;World War Two Forums&lt;/a&gt;, if you have any interest in WWII history you should really check them out, and was offered some great information and pictures by someone who's father was an Air operations Specialist while the 341st was on New Guinea from 23 June 1943 until he was wounded and sent home on 3 February 1945.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gentleman's name was Sgt. Albert V. Arnold, and he took some excellent photos of his time overseas. His daughter was kind enough to send me some copies to me, and I am proud to share them with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first is Sgt. Arnold himself. His daughter said that he is posing with some model airplanes that he crafted out of spent shell casings. She also let me know that her family still has these (very cool) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SxRkO1o3FGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/TkXBYCCFriw/s1600/WWII+Dad+with+Planes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410059258458215522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SxRkO1o3FGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/TkXBYCCFriw/s400/WWII+Dad+with+Planes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This photo is from the inside of the operations building. Sgt. Arnold is third from the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SxRkOeRzHuI/AAAAAAAAAO0/HE2x4ZspADk/s1600/WWII+Dad+OPs1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410059252187471586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SxRkOeRzHuI/AAAAAAAAAO0/HE2x4ZspADk/s400/WWII+Dad+OPs1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are two excellent examples of the pin-up art work on the noses of the fighters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SxRkOJ9EPqI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Mmt17bwL9uM/s1600/WWII+Bashful+Barbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410059246731804322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SxRkOJ9EPqI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Mmt17bwL9uM/s400/WWII+Bashful+Barbs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SxRkN1zzJSI/AAAAAAAAAOk/AnwHwm9S3i4/s1600/WWII+Bama+Belle%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410059241324225826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SxRkN1zzJSI/AAAAAAAAAOk/AnwHwm9S3i4/s400/WWII+Bama+Belle%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a group shot of several men outside the 341st Operations / Intelligence building. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SxRkNd8EOgI/AAAAAAAAAOc/pczv-sOTsVI/s1600/WWII+341st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410059234916448770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SxRkNd8EOgI/AAAAAAAAAOc/pczv-sOTsVI/s400/WWII+341st.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A wide shot of the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SxRmEl0xGiI/AAAAAAAAAPk/JFu9M7xAklQ/s1600/WWII+Pictures1+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410061281437751842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SxRmEl0xGiI/AAAAAAAAAPk/JFu9M7xAklQ/s400/WWII+Pictures1+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What appears, to my eyes at least, to be a damaged American plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SxRmEL8ylOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/CCYyKqNW1qw/s1600/WWII+Pictures1+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410061274492081378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SxRmEL8ylOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/CCYyKqNW1qw/s400/WWII+Pictures1+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A gentleman, unidentified, in a foxhole or trench under what seems to be barracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SxRmD0MHW7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2TQs4rKn_q8/s1600/WWII+Man+in+Foxhole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410061268113906610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SxRmD0MHW7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2TQs4rKn_q8/s400/WWII+Man+in+Foxhole.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A downed Japanese Zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SxRmDnRRFEI/AAAAAAAAAPM/LeMgkGh8GmI/s1600/WWII+Japanese+Zero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410061264645854274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SxRmDnRRFEI/AAAAAAAAAPM/LeMgkGh8GmI/s400/WWII+Japanese+Zero.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one came to me labelled, "Al's Buddy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SxRmDBhezvI/AAAAAAAAAPE/jLqdlu2Dpxc/s1600/Als+buddy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410061254513315570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SxRmDBhezvI/AAAAAAAAAPE/jLqdlu2Dpxc/s400/Als+buddy1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we have a shot of pilot Lt. J.M. Nixon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SxRnCwnHApI/AAAAAAAAAPs/31ygceaolRc/s1600/WWII+Pilot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410062349485146770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SxRnCwnHApI/AAAAAAAAAPs/31ygceaolRc/s400/WWII+Pilot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to thank Sgt. Arnold's daughter, Katherine, greatly for her generosity in providing me these pictures. I would also like to offer a sheepish apology for taking so long to put them up. Two small kids keep me away from the computer more often than not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, also, to everyone over at World War Two Forums for the great information. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-3070441392716833471?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/3070441392716833471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=3070441392716833471' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/3070441392716833471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/3070441392716833471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2009/11/pictures-taken-by-sgt-albert-arnold.html' title='Pictures Taken by Sgt. Albert Arnold'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SxRkO1o3FGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/TkXBYCCFriw/s72-c/WWII+Dad+with+Planes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-6370234568943602652</id><published>2009-08-28T19:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:50:07.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time, No Post</title><content type='html'>I am rethinking my approach to this project.  What I am trying to do now is to go through all of my grandfather's letters and get then in chronological order.  Then I will start to post them, so that some sense may be made of his experience.  Snapshots of life during the war are fine, but I believe that doing it in order will provide a much better view of his experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for visiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hopefully won't take me too long to get back to regular posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-6370234568943602652?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/6370234568943602652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=6370234568943602652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/6370234568943602652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/6370234568943602652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2009/08/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long Time, No Post'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-2790614567438489910</id><published>2009-02-21T21:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T21:40:46.690-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 06-22-1944</title><content type='html'>Thursday 1900&lt;br /&gt;6-22-44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Honey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I started to go to the show tonight, but while we were sitting out there waiting for the show to start it commenced to rain.  Not very hard.  In fact it was not even a good shower.  I kind of thought that it would soon be raining harder though, so I came back.  I can enjoy talking to you much better.  The rest of the boys are still out there, so it looks as if they think it won’t rain harder.&lt;br /&gt;            I was supposed to fly this morning, but when we got ready to go the weather was bad, so it was called off.  The weather was good this afternoon, but no one said anything about flying.  I believe they wanted to give the ground crews the afternoon to work on the planes.&lt;br /&gt;            A few of us took our laundry over to a spot we found today.  With good weather it gets done in one day.  If it rains we simply have to wait till the sun comes out to dry the clothes.  It beats doing it ourselves, even if it is not a good job.  It couldn’t be worse than we could do.&lt;br /&gt;            Some of the older boys were telling me about a time when they had some of the local natives doing their laundry.  They pounded it on the rocks, and stomped on it, ect. and usually it came back dirtier than it was when they sent it.  Some fun eh?&lt;br /&gt;            While we were seeing about our laundry we stopped to get any mail we might have.  I did not get any myself, but a few of the boys did. What I wanted to tell you though was what the guy told us about packages.  He said we might get them in 5 or 6 months if we were lucky.  Especially since we only have this temporary APO#, and are moving from one outfit to another.&lt;br /&gt;            I thought of that the other night when you told me in one of your letters to send you requests for things, so you could send me a package.  Perhaps it would be better to wait till we are permanently assigned and I would have a better chance of getting them.  Also the man said to tell the folks back home to wrap packages especially well, and sturdily.  Most of them arrive over here in terrible shape otherwise.  Anyway I better wait a while to start asking for things.&lt;br /&gt;            I had a couple of V mail letters from Mary (my sister) yesterday.  One could not photographed for some reason, so it was sent regular air mail.  The other one was written quite a bit later but they both arrived together.&lt;br /&gt;            That is most of all the news of the day darling.  Except the big news flash – I love you.  That is real headline I mean!  O love you – but definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love George.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-2790614567438489910?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/2790614567438489910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=2790614567438489910' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/2790614567438489910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/2790614567438489910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2009/02/letter-home-06-22-1944.html' title='Letter Home 06-22-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-3530388372545138240</id><published>2009-02-18T17:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T17:28:54.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Site Update</title><content type='html'>I am glad to say that my moving hiatus is over and I am now settled (mostly) into my new home.  I transcribed several new letters today and will have them up sometime tomorrow evening.  I am hoping to get enough of them done to maintain posts for the next week or so on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all for remaining patient during this hectic time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-3530388372545138240?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/3530388372545138240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=3530388372545138240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/3530388372545138240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/3530388372545138240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2009/02/site-update.html' title='Site Update'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-5721591933556670153</id><published>2008-12-15T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:10:07.627-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 09-15-1944</title><content type='html'>Friday 1700&lt;br /&gt;9-15-44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Well my shopping has improved a bit.  I’ve been wandering around for days trying to find something for you, and haven’t had any luck.  Today I found a pair of opals that are fairly well ?, so I bought them. They don’t do any settings here though, so you will have to have settings made for them.  I think they should make a nice pair of earrings. Now all I’ve got to do is get them mailed.&lt;br /&gt;            While I was in the shop, I got the guy to wrap them, and put the little chain bracelet in with the opals.  Quite a difference in values there.  Anyway he fixed them up, but when I took them to the APO to get them mailed I tried to insure them.  They said I couldn’t, and that the package was too small.  He told me to take it to one of the department stores in town, and have it wrapped in a larger box.  Then he would register it for me.  I can not get it insured.  They pay no attention to insurance over here.  I sure hope you get them after all this.&lt;br /&gt;            I also did something yesterday that I’ve been meaning to do for a long time.  I had my picture taken.  I only saw the proofs today.  The final product won’t be ready for 2 or 3 weeks.  So I left you address for it to be mailed to you.  I can’t get a frame for it.  They are too heavy to mail.  Seems like everything I am trying to send you for your birthday has to be finished by you.  I hope you don’t mind too much darling.  I don’t like it this way, but there just anything I can do about it.  They just don’t have things here to fix things up.  According to the lady in the photography studio it will take about 6 or 7 weeks to get to you.  I hope it hits close to your birthday.  I won’t be in a position to send anything then.  Not from some little forgotten island in the Pacific.&lt;br /&gt;            I guess I will knock off for now honey.  How do you like my new stationary by the way.  I got 12 pads to take back with me, so I will be able to write to you every day as I would like to all the time.&lt;br /&gt;            Honey I must tell you something very important. (To me at least) It is, I love you very much.  More every day I am away from you.  I hope we get back together soon! I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-5721591933556670153?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/5721591933556670153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=5721591933556670153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/5721591933556670153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/5721591933556670153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2008/12/letter-home-09-15-1944.html' title='Letter Home 09-15-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-7670864641697453215</id><published>2008-11-28T22:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:37:14.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Posts Explained</title><content type='html'>Sorry to any regulars out there; I have been moving and it has seriously curtailed my progress.  Hopefully this will not last for long and I will be back to regular updates soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-7670864641697453215?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/7670864641697453215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=7670864641697453215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/7670864641697453215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/7670864641697453215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2008/11/lack-of-posts-explained.html' title='Lack of Posts Explained'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-603920927586328813</id><published>2008-10-20T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:03:33.985-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 04-04-1945</title><content type='html'>Wednesday 2100&lt;br /&gt;4-4-45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I almost decided not to write to you tonight, but since I missed last night I thought I’d better.  The reason I was not in the mood to write was because I was sick as a dog last night, and although I feel quite a bit better today I am still not up to far.&lt;br /&gt;            Stangel &amp;amp; I took a trip to Manila yesterday.  It was a sight to see, but I’ll not do it again the way we did – all in one day.  We were riding that jeep for about 12 hrs out of the 15 we were gone.  We past 230 mile on it.  If I ever go again it will be a 2 or 3 day affair.&lt;br /&gt;            The city really is beaten up.  All of the big (and most of the smaller ones) buildings are nothing but piles of rubbish.  It will take a long time to rebuild it, and a lot of labor &amp;amp; materials.  I had seen it from the air of course, but it was nothing like seeing it close up.&lt;br /&gt;            Part of the roads there are concrete, and in fairly good shape.  I got a kick out of seeing gas stations again with their “Flying Red Horse” signs, Texaco ect.  None of them in operation however.  I understand the Japs took all the pumps to send to Japan for the metal in them.  There are a few civilian cars running around, but I guess it is hard to get gas.  It is mostly bootleg stuff.  What the Japs left behind I think.&lt;br /&gt;            We ate in two different restaurants on the trip.  One a Chinese &amp;amp; one a Filipino. They really soak for their food too!  Three dollars for a quarter of a chicken, 30 cents for a cup of very weak coffee are a couple of samples.&lt;br /&gt;            Evidently something I ate did not agree with me, because by the time we got back here at 9 last night I was really sick.  First I had such chills that I shook the bed.  I climbed into bed as soon as I got here.  I only waited long enough to drink a slug of whiskey.  Then I started to run a fever, so Munfell &amp;amp; Craig decided they had better call Dr. Weddle.  Our own Doc was gone yesterday.  He took my temperature, and it was 102.  It had all the ear marks of malaria, so this morning he took a blood smear on me, but it turned out negative.&lt;br /&gt;            Today I’ve had a headache, stomach cramps, and a case of G.I.s.  The Doc has been working on me all day.  I feel better, as I said, but not the best yet.&lt;br /&gt;            That should be plenty of my troubles for you for one evening.  I am a little tired to.  I haven’t had much pep today.  I think I’ll say so long for now.  Don’t worry about me – I am practically well now.&lt;br /&gt;            I love you sweetheart – always &amp;amp; al ways – take good care of you for me won’t you?  I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-603920927586328813?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/603920927586328813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=603920927586328813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/603920927586328813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/603920927586328813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2008/10/letter-home-04-04-1945.html' title='Letter Home 04-04-1945'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-4375466649284952677</id><published>2008-10-01T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:47:05.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter Home 03-24-1945</title><content type='html'>Saturday 2200&lt;br /&gt;3-24-45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The date on this may be a little off, but I know for sure it is Saturday.  I often wonder if you get mad because I can’t remember, or keep the days &amp;amp; dates straight.  I hope you don’t, because I will no doubt continue to do it every time I write.  I just can’t ever seem to get things straight on that.&lt;br /&gt;            I’ve got three letters from you to answer, but I won’t attempt it tonight.  There are a lot of the boys in the tent, and a lot has happened today to put my mind in a bit of a whirl.  Perhaps tomorrow I will be a trifle calmer, and can write an intelligible letter.  At any rate I will try.&lt;br /&gt;You see today, or rather yesterday afternoon I lost my new job as Operations Officer.  I was in office, you might call it, for two days.  They were certainly hectic days!  We had missions til they just wouldn’t quit, a couple of accidents ect.  All in all it was a rat race.&lt;br /&gt;However I did what I think was a half way decent job, even though a lot has happened.  It was not any of my fault.  That was not why I lost my job.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been thinking of ways and means to tell you this, but I guess the only &amp;amp; best way is to come out point blank &amp;amp; say it.  It is going to be an awful shock though, and I would like to have you sit back in a chair – relax – don’t let it get you down ect.  It is just as hard for me to believe as it will be for you.&lt;br /&gt;Well – here goes – I am now the C.O. of the 341st Fighter Sqdn.  Can you imagine such a thing happening to me?  You had better say a few extra prayers for me to do a good job.  I guess I will just learn by making mistakes, and I have already started out by making one of the biggest in the history of the Sqdn.  I can’t explain, because it is too involved, but you can rest assured I did it.  It was a good lesson though, and I don’t think I will ever do anything like it again.  Before I make any statement like I did this time without knowing all the small details, I will go into it more thoroughly &amp;amp; then decide.&lt;br /&gt;            For a while it almost looked like we would have a revolution among the men. However we have a very good Adjutant, and he got me out of this one.  Perhaps he will eventually be able to make a C.O. out of me.  I hope I can learn to do a good job at any rate.&lt;br /&gt;This happened rather unexpectedly, because Captains Exull &amp;amp; Fredenburgh left yesterday, and all on a moments notice, Major Zeine was told to pack up also.  He is just going home to a gunnery school though, and should be back in about 3 months.  In the meantime some one has to run this outfit and being the oldest ranking officer left I got it.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me kind of prod that they picked me, because even if it is just temporary, the job of Commanding officer of a Sqdn. is rather large, and important.  There is a lot of responsibility involved to have nearly 300 men’s affairs under one’s control. Capt. Craig (the Adjutant I just spoke of) tried to impress on me yesterday just how much power I have over these guys.  My word is practically law.  So you see why I’d like a few extra prayers that I can use that power properly.  I’d sure like to make a good job of it.&lt;br /&gt;Honey if my mail is rather erratic during the next week or so you will understand &amp;amp; forgive me won’t you.  I’ve got so many things to do, places to see, and so darned much to learn!&lt;br /&gt;It won’t be neglect because I want it to be.  I love you much too much for that.  Having this drop in my lap with no real preparation is going to push me quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;I will do my best, and I have a lot to write about, but if I slip a bit while trying to get in the swing of this please excuse eh? &lt;br /&gt;I love you darling – and I need you in more ways than I can say.  I love you – Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-4375466649284952677?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/4375466649284952677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=4375466649284952677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/4375466649284952677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/4375466649284952677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2008/10/letter-home-03-24-1945.html' title='Letter Home 03-24-1945'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-8775843715105461237</id><published>2008-09-23T21:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:39:06.405-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter Home 10-01-1944</title><content type='html'>Here is the first of many letters home my grandfather sent to my grandmother.  At first, these will be basically in the order that I pull them out of the box and transcribe them.  after a while I will collect them on a new site in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 1800&lt;br /&gt;10-01-44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Darling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Last night I could not write, because we had no lights. Something went wrong with the generator. I hope it is fixed by now. We will know in a half hour or so when it gets dark. They don’t start it up till then. Just in case though I am going to write at least a little before it is too dark.&lt;br /&gt;            Harry got back from leave today. He arrived while I was a way on a mission. We were dive bombing a strip of the Japs. To me the place looked deserted, but we all laid our eggs anyway. Hope we did some good.&lt;br /&gt;            Harry got some bad news when he opened his mail. He had about 20 letters, and the first one he opened informed him that his brother had been killed over in France. He feels pretty bad about it. He evidently thought quite a bit of him.&lt;br /&gt;            He brought back one qt. of gin, and one bottle of beer, so we just drank the beer. It sure tasted good.  He is going to contribute the gin to the party tonight. It is almost sure there will be a party, because Capt. Blair (our C.O.) was made Major today. No doubt he will want to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;            I also got about 10 letters from you too.  Junior had picked them up, and put them in Harry’s foot locker, but he never told us about it.  We were pleasantly surprised when he opened the foot locker.  Then in the mail today I got a deck of cards from you, and a package of flat fifties cigarettes. Thank you darling very much.&lt;br /&gt;            I keep forgetting to do this, but one of your letters reminded me today. Would you send me a mixed box honey?  You can forget about film now too by the way, since my camera was stolen.&lt;br /&gt;            I wish I could do something to cheer Harry up, but in a case like that there isn’t anything can be done I guess.  Just let time be the healer.  He did not eat anything at supper. Loaded his plate, and when he started to eat he simply lost his appetite, and just drank some coffee.&lt;br /&gt;            Hey – we have lights!  They just came on. Kind looks, or feels rather, as if this pen is running dry.  We don’t have any ink either.  The only tent I know of that has some is Nixon’s.  I guess I will soon have to visit him. Right now in fact!&lt;br /&gt;            There we are a little better now.  It looks like I was right about the party.  Word is just going around that it is starting, and Harry is saying lets go. Twould not surprise me if he felt like getting tight tonight.&lt;br /&gt;            I love you sweetheart. Always &amp;amp; all ways.  Take good care of you for me won’t you?  I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-8775843715105461237?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/8775843715105461237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=8775843715105461237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/8775843715105461237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/8775843715105461237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2008/09/letter-home-10-01-1944.html' title='Letter Home 10-01-1944'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-2497365307487227477</id><published>2008-09-19T22:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:24:05.698-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><title type='text'>Camp Livingston Photos</title><content type='html'>These photos were taken at Camp Livingston in Louisiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SNRdmDK4t_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/gtdjdP-S_OY/s1600-h/J30+-+Company+Street+-+Livingston.+See+what+I+mean+about+walking+into+trees..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247922374060849138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SNRdmDK4t_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/gtdjdP-S_OY/s400/J30+-+Company+Street+-+Livingston.+See+what+I+mean+about+walking+into+trees..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Company Street - Livingston. See what I mean about walking into trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SNRdmQ562oI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/HIVl3gWzmBo/s1600-h/J30+-+Full+equipment.+ready+to+travel+to+L.A.+Calif..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247922377747782274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SNRdmQ562oI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/HIVl3gWzmBo/s400/J30+-+Full+equipment.+ready+to+travel+to+L.A.+Calif..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Full equipment. ready to travel to L.A. Calif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SNRdmUi_yII/AAAAAAAAAFY/e7JkhLA9EXg/s1600-h/J30+-+L+to+R+Ellenberger,+LaFontaine,+Britton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247922378725378178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SNRdmUi_yII/AAAAAAAAAFY/e7JkhLA9EXg/s400/J30+-+L+to+R+Ellenberger,+LaFontaine,+Britton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  L to R Ellenberger, LaFontaine, Britton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SNRdm5FJmJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/08UqoDNUA4k/s1600-h/J30+-+Ellenburger+at+Livingston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247922388532304018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SNRdm5FJmJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/08UqoDNUA4k/s400/J30+-+Ellenburger+at+Livingston.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellenburger at Livingston&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-2497365307487227477?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/2497365307487227477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=2497365307487227477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/2497365307487227477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/2497365307487227477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2008/09/camp-livingston-photos.html' title='Camp Livingston Photos'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SNRdmDK4t_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/gtdjdP-S_OY/s72-c/J30+-+Company+Street+-+Livingston.+See+what+I+mean+about+walking+into+trees..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-7972165809578063624</id><published>2008-09-16T21:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:39:57.331-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><title type='text'>Foster Field Graduation Program</title><content type='html'>I figured that it would be easier to scan in the images of this graduation program than it would be to transcribe all of the names.  This was Class 42-1 and the graduation was held October 9, 1942.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SNBfOXAsXFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/KWDNdQQEnq4/s1600-h/Foster+Field+Graduation+Program.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246798266186357842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SNBfOXAsXFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/KWDNdQQEnq4/s400/Foster+Field+Graduation+Program.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SNBfOjytZ_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/7RPzVGMVM0g/s1600-h/Foster+Field+Graduation+Program+Inside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246798269617367026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SNBfOjytZ_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/7RPzVGMVM0g/s400/Foster+Field+Graduation+Program+Inside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-7972165809578063624?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/7972165809578063624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=7972165809578063624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/7972165809578063624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/7972165809578063624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2008/09/foster-field-graduation-program.html' title='Foster Field Graduation Program'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SNBfOXAsXFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/KWDNdQQEnq4/s72-c/Foster+Field+Graduation+Program.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-7458114622823461525</id><published>2008-09-14T14:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:18:22.042-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post Card'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><title type='text'>Foster Field Post Card 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SM1VLEsuWqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/T1p36zMly18/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245942789684746914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SM1VLEsuWqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/T1p36zMly18/s400/scan0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-7458114622823461525?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/7458114622823461525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=7458114622823461525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/7458114622823461525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/7458114622823461525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2008/09/foster-field-post-card-1.html' title='Foster Field Post Card 1'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SM1VLEsuWqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/T1p36zMly18/s72-c/scan0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-323585404251414685</id><published>2008-09-14T13:55:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:14:03.639-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Official Letters'/><title type='text'>Award Letter</title><content type='html'>The following letter was sent to my grandmother in early 1945. It tells her of the awarding of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Air_Medal"&gt;Air Medal &lt;/a&gt;to my grandfather, George M. Barnes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Headquarters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Allied Air Forces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Southwest Pacific Area&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Office of the Commander&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;March 29, 1945&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Drear Mrs. Barnes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Recently your husband, Lieutenant George M. Barnes, was decorated with the Air Medal. It was an award made in recognition of courageous service to his combat organization, his fellow American airmen, his country, his home and you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your husband was cited for meritorious achievement while participating in sustained operational flight mission in the Southwest Pacific area from July 5, 1944 to December 14, 1944, during which hostile contact was probable and expected. These operations included escorting bombers and transport aircraft, interception and attack missions, and patrol and reconnaissance flights. In the course of these operations, strafing and bombing attacks were made from dangerously low altitudes, destroying and damaging enemy installations and equipment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Almost every hour of every day your husband, and the husbands of other American women, are doing just such things as that here in the Southwest Pacific.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Theirs is a very real and very tangible contribution to victory and to peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would like to tell you how genuinely proud I am to have men such as your husband in my command, and how gratified I am to know that young Americans with such courage and resourcefulness are fighting our country's battle against the aggressor nations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You, Mrs. Barnes, have every reason to share that pride and gratification.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Kenney"&gt;George C. Kenny&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Lieutenant General, U.S.A.,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Commander&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mrs George M. Barnes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1307 Clifford Street,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Flint, Michigan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-323585404251414685?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/323585404251414685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=323585404251414685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/323585404251414685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/323585404251414685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2008/09/award-letter.html' title='Award Letter'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-3002951139672311014</id><published>2008-09-12T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T21:34:51.388-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><title type='text'>Photo Collection 1</title><content type='html'>Here are a few pictures that seem to come from the same roll of film. They all appear to have been taken at some point during pilot training in Texas. Mostly they are of my grandfather but a couple have other men in them; luckily, they are identified on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245309327814364722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsVCvVrDjI/AAAAAAAAADw/y5vMRL64Ix4/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The caption on this one reads, "Something was wrong with that ammunition on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Texas_World_War_II_Army_Airfields"&gt;Matagorda&lt;/a&gt;. I seldom hit anything with it."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245310790782066882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsWX5UWoMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/5dnNvGrF3nM/s400/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This one reads, "How did that happen? I couldn't have stood still that long with all those mosquitos around. It must be a fake"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245311842006867922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsXVFb4H9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/fLWFVgao-dk/s400/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This one reads, "J.A. Adams, Ben Blair &amp;amp; some dodo. They must have just heard there was a war or sumpin."&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245312026808739762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsXf14E57I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Dwfayl_WDBY/s400/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one reads, "C.B. Anderson ready to cut loose. I wonder how he likes Missouri?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-3002951139672311014?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/3002951139672311014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=3002951139672311014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/3002951139672311014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/3002951139672311014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2008/09/photo-collection-1.html' title='Photo Collection 1'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsVCvVrDjI/AAAAAAAAADw/y5vMRL64Ix4/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-5001976034087689974</id><published>2008-09-12T20:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:52:56.206-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><title type='text'>341st Fighter Squadron Group Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsOoT6iY1I/AAAAAAAAADo/G-beaQ8mJx8/s1600-h/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245302276706427730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsOoT6iY1I/AAAAAAAAADo/G-beaQ8mJx8/s400/scan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The caption on the photo reads: "Air Force - George Barnes in 1st row 3rd person from right"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-5001976034087689974?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/5001976034087689974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=5001976034087689974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/5001976034087689974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/5001976034087689974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2008/09/341st-fighter-squadron-group-photo.html' title='341st Fighter Squadron Group Photo'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsOoT6iY1I/AAAAAAAAADo/G-beaQ8mJx8/s72-c/scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-7631281847905574505</id><published>2008-09-12T20:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:25:57.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>News Clipping 3</title><content type='html'>The Flint Journal - Date Unknown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capt. George M. Barnes, 1307 Clifford, has been awarded the second Oak Leaf cluster to his Air Medal.  He is also authorized to wear three service stars on his Asiatic Pacific theater campaign ribbon and one service star on his Philippine Liberation campaign ribbon awarded by the Philippine Commonwealth government.&lt;br /&gt;            Capt. Barnes is the commanding officer of a P-51 unit in the 5th Air Force Fighter command’s 348th group.  He has flown more than 100 combat missions and has accumulated more than 266 combat hours.&lt;br /&gt;            He attended Catholic Central high school and was employed by S.S. Kresge Company here prior to entering the Army Air Force in August, 1944.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-7631281847905574505?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/7631281847905574505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=7631281847905574505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/7631281847905574505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/7631281847905574505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2008/09/news-clipping-3.html' title='News Clipping 3'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-6822917826184593458</id><published>2008-09-10T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:22:39.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>News Clipping 2</title><content type='html'>The Flint Journal - April 24, 1945&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sgt. D.L. Hursh, Lt. G.M. Barnes, Gunner and Pilot, Decorated”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Two Flint men have been decorated with Air Medals for “meritorious achievement” in aerial operations over enemy territory, their families have been notified. They are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Staff Sgt. David L. Hursh, 20, engineer gunner aboard a Flying Fortress based in Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            First Lt. George M. Barnes, 29, a P-51 Mustang fighter pilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Sgt. Hursh, son of Mr. and Mrs. Cecil L. Hursh, 1153 Reynolds Ave., was awarded the Air Medal with three clusters and a Presidential Citation.  Veteran of 50 missions completed March 26, when he participated in a raid over Weiner Neustadt, Austria, the airman has informed his parents that he is en route home.  He is a Beecher High school graduate, was employed at Buick when he enlisted in September, 1943, and began his combat career in August when his group attacked Vienna.  He recently took part in the longest raid ever flown in the Fifteenth Air Force to Berlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Lt. Barnes, whose wife, Edith, lives at 1307 Clifford St., received his award for missions completed in the Southwest Pacific area.  He is a former S.S. Kresge Co. employee, was inducted in August 1941, and received his commission in October, 1942.  He was promoted to his present rank shortly before going overseas a year ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-6822917826184593458?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/6822917826184593458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=6822917826184593458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/6822917826184593458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/6822917826184593458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2008/09/news-clipping-2.html' title='News Clipping 2'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-7363558301591120723</id><published>2008-09-05T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T10:43:42.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>News Clipping 1</title><content type='html'>The following news clipping is from the Detriot News. It is an announcement of Detroit area men who completed pilot training.  Unfortunatly, the clipping is incomplete, only having the first row of pictures.  However, there are still five men who are named in the clipping that I have, and I am trying to track down a complete version of the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Detroit News – October 9, 1942&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“36 More Pilots From Detroit Area Win Silver Wings”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Army Air Forces’ seven advanced flying schools of the Gulf Coast Training center, with headquarters at Randolph Field, Tex., today graduated their ninth group of pilots since Pearl Harbor. One hundred and three fliers from Michigan, including 36 from the Detroit area (show below), received their silver wings and commissions as second Lieutenants. The names in parentheses are those of the fields from which they were graduated. The men from Foster, Moore and Lake Charles are fighter pilots; the others pilot bombers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd R. Armstrong – 13983 Robson – (Ellington)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George M. Barnes – 17140 Prairie – (Foster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George S. Butler – 14591 Penrod – (Moore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James A. Cummins – 581 W. Hollywood – (Foster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas J. Forkin – 714 Drexel – (Lake Charles)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-7363558301591120723?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/7363558301591120723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=7363558301591120723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/7363558301591120723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/7363558301591120723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2008/09/news-clipping-1.html' title='News Clipping 1'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-9129358403058512460</id><published>2008-09-03T21:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T14:50:40.652-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Official Letters'/><title type='text'>Press Release</title><content type='html'>Folded together with the letter of appreciation in my last post was this copy of a press release which describes some of the events mentioned in the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is a press release issued by Fifth Air Force to all correspondents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fifth Air Force, Philippines…..For the first time in this war a fighter group has dropped a greater tonnage of bombs during a single month than any single heavy bomb group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The record shattering outfit is the Fifth Air Force Fighter Command’s 348th Fighter Group. During the past month (April, 1945), P-51 Mustangs of this Jap blasting fighter group dropped 2,091 tons of bombs, of which 2,068 tons were checked off as direct hits on pin-point targets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 348th, which during one period shot down 231 Jap aircraft for a combat loss of one pilot, has been credited by ground forces intelligence with the destruction of 10,000 Japanese by bombing and strafing during the past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing their bombing “on the deck” in close support of infantry digging the Japs out of Luzon, the 348th’s pilots did such outstanding work, often as close as 50 yards in front of American lines, that the group has been officially commended by the commanding generals of the 38th Infantry Division and 112th Cavalry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying as many as 200 sorties a day, the Mustang’s pilots fired nearly 2,000,000 rounds of fifty caliber ammunition during the past month. They struck every conceivable type of target – caves, entrenchments, gun emplacements, troops, vehicles, factories, warehouses, barges, shipping and anything else that was Jap. They did the job with the loss of a single plane, and the pilot of that one was rescued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 348th first established its reputation as a “Go down and blast ‘em” scourge of Jap shipping. It ran up a record total during the Leyte campaign and, during one three week period this year, its pilots sank one tenth of the Jap shipping credited to the entire Fifth Air force.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rec’d 341st Fighter Squadron 1 June 1945&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-9129358403058512460?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/9129358403058512460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=9129358403058512460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/9129358403058512460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/9129358403058512460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2008/09/press-release.html' title='Press Release'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-6051599346414306413</id><published>2008-09-03T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:15:18.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter of Appreciation</title><content type='html'>The following letter was sent to my grandfather by the commander of the 348th Fighter Group in May of 1945.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headquarters 348th Fighter Group&lt;br /&gt;Office of the Group Commander&lt;br /&gt;APO 74&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 May 1945&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Letter of Appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: Captain George M. Barnes, 341st Fighter Squadron, APO 74&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            It is my desire to express my sincere appreciation for the splendid cooperation and willing support you have given me since you assumed command of the 341st Fighter Squadron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            During this time you lost many of your experienced pilots for various reasons, and in consequence, was confronted with the difficult problem of training inexperienced replacements, who were assigned to your unit with only a few hours of overseas flying time.  Most of these pilots had never flown the airplane used by our group.  The measure of success you attained in the task of qualifying these pilots to fill the vacancies in your unit is easily seen.  With your able assistance, these young pilots, only a few months out of flying school, have developed into dependable combat pilots and have taken their positions in your unit without decreasing the efficiency of the missions flown in any manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            In addition to the necessity of maintaining a system for training newly assigned pilots, your squadron was given the difficult task of making the transition from the P-47 to the P-51 type airplane.  For proof of the outstanding work you did in making this transition, it would only be necessary to mention some of the favorable comments received from higher headquarters.  However, concrete evidence of the success of the transition is available at this time.  During the month of April this group established a world’s record for tonnage of bombs dropped by a fighter group.  Had you not fully acquainted your men with the P-51 airplane, this would not have been possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The splendid results you have attained in the execution of the problems mentioned above, and all others that have come about during your tour of duty as Squadron Commander, definitely establishes the fact that you possess every qualification of initiative and leadership.  I highly commend you for your outstanding performance of duty and am proud to have had the opportunity of serving with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert R. Rowland,&lt;br /&gt;Colonel, Air Corps,&lt;br /&gt;Commanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-6051599346414306413?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/6051599346414306413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=6051599346414306413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/6051599346414306413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/6051599346414306413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2008/09/letter-of-appreciation.html' title='Letter of Appreciation'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-7270492644717402908</id><published>2008-09-02T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:50:11.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To the 341st Fighter Squadron</title><content type='html'>The following poem was found among my grandfather's papers from his time in the service. I don't have a date for it, but I assume it was from one of the reunions his fighter group had years after World War Two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To the 341st Fighter Squadron"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In nineteen hundred and forty-two&lt;br /&gt;The allied forces had all they could do.&lt;br /&gt;A young man from Texas stood straight and tall.&lt;br /&gt;He would be as good a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soldier&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;As any country could ever call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He organized a fighter group -&lt;br /&gt;And put himself in control.&lt;br /&gt;Never dreaming of the number of islands,&lt;br /&gt;In the South Pacific that we would patrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picked a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;few&lt;/span&gt; good pilots.&lt;br /&gt;And said, "We'll carry the fight to them."&lt;br /&gt;They all readily agreed that they&lt;br /&gt;Would gallantly follow him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also took some good engineers&lt;br /&gt;To keep the planes in the air.&lt;br /&gt;But there was no use sending them up&lt;br /&gt;Unless the armories made the guns fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also took suppliers, truckers, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;communications&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;And specialists that couldn't be beat,&lt;br /&gt;But we wouldn't have got very far&lt;br /&gt;If the cooks hadn't fixed us something to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used a conglomerate of men&lt;br /&gt;From every walk of life.&lt;br /&gt;They had left behind home,&lt;br /&gt;Loved ones, children, and wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We commemorate the ones&lt;br /&gt;Who fell in that race.&lt;br /&gt;Their absence among us,&lt;br /&gt;Leaves a huge, vacant place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think of names such as Lt. Leighton,&lt;br /&gt;Lt. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jacoby&lt;/span&gt;, Lt. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Stroud&lt;/span&gt;, Lt. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McAfee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Thomas, Lt. Morris, Maj. Moore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cpls&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Maurello&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Soua&lt;/span&gt;, Col. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kearby&lt;/span&gt; and others too.&lt;br /&gt;They made Japan pay dearly&lt;br /&gt;Before they bade them adieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we dedicate this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;plaque&lt;/span&gt; and plant this tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hoping&lt;/span&gt; that it grows straight and tall.&lt;br /&gt;Then it will resemble the 341st, the 348&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;The 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Air Force - you, me, one and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as we return to our homes,&lt;br /&gt;To continue life's race.&lt;br /&gt;We will all share a fond memory&lt;br /&gt;Of this very special place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The presumed author of this poem is Leland &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;McCutchen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;whose&lt;/span&gt; name is hand written at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "young man from Texas" mentioned in the first stanza is most likely &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neel_E._Kearby"&gt;Colonel Neel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Kearby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Medal of Honor Winner, and commander of the 348&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Fighter Group of which the 341st Fighter Squadron was a part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-7270492644717402908?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/7270492644717402908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=7270492644717402908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/7270492644717402908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/7270492644717402908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-341st-fighter-squadron.html' title='To the 341st Fighter Squadron'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160855819704712481.post-4745925310121812531</id><published>2008-08-25T19:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:05:30.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Box of Letters</title><content type='html'>Several months ago, the basement at my mother’s house flooded.  As we cleaned up after the water receded, we found several boxes that had not been opened in many years.  In these boxes were letters sent by my grandfather during World War Two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a pilot assigned to the 341st Fighter Squadron in the Pacific Campaign and over the course of his service sent several hundred letters home to my grandmother.  These letters span the time from his flight training to his trip back to the States at the end of the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently begun sorting and transcribing these letters so that they can be preserved for my family and for anyone else that my have an interest in how World War Two looked to one American pilot.  As I work my way through these letter I will be posting them here along with the many pictures my grandfather took throughout the war.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160855819704712481-4745925310121812531?l=onepilotswar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/feeds/4745925310121812531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160855819704712481&amp;postID=4745925310121812531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/4745925310121812531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160855819704712481/posts/default/4745925310121812531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepilotswar.blogspot.com/2008/08/box-of-letters.html' title='A Box of Letters'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16423322731541369979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3cytY_FyMo/SMsNFtlEyAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wexwag-gx_I/S220/341.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
