Well, a new month started yesterday and it brings me that
much closer to home. In fact every day brings me closer and going home is
the uppermost thought in my mind.
The letter I'm answering is yours of March 16th and I'm very glad to
note that you have not lost your touch with the oven. I'll certainly put
you to the test when I get home.
I received a letter from Ben at the same time yours came and by the
time this reaches you he should be home. I won't write him until I get a
new address so this will suffice for the two of you. There isn't anything
that I have to say to him in particular anyhow.
I flew again yesterday and now have a total of eighteen missions to my
credit for 150 combat hours or 35 points. If I keep up the same pace I
should be home for Christmas and New Years.
Don't misunderstand me when I said I have a destructive nature. I'm
still a civilian at heart and can never be a good soldier. Killing, at the
present, is just a nasty job that must be done with whatever means are on
hand. I use bombs while others use guns. I have the satisfaction of
knowing that when my bombs burst I'm decreasing the length of time
required to finish the war. By doing damage both to personnel and
equipment I save someone's life in a future engagement. For all I know
that life may belong to either Ben or Jerry so that makes my job all the
more important. I'm quite sure that I'm not the only one with such views.
I received a letter from Frank Law yesterday and he tells me that one
of the student officers, who went through training with me and is in
combat in England, went down with his plane. It was very unfortunate
because he has a young baby approximately eight months old at home. I feel better when I realize that I have no
such ties as that.
That's all I have to say for the present so I'll say goodbye.
My regards to all