August 17, 1945
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August 17, 1945
Sweet Little Flower,
Among my many other amazing accomplishments, I managed to, in my spare time, Sprain my right wrist Tuesday. I could go into all of the horrible, breathtaking, blood thirsty details, but I won’t. The whole damned thing was silly. Yesterday I couldn’t even hold a pen. I used a massage gadget on it last night and tis practically good as new now. No scars or nothing so this fine morning I said to myself, “Why not write Sweet Pee?”. Myself said , “Why Not” too and that’s how come this letter was writ. Have a cup of coffee? I love you.
We were flying all day Tuesday. We kept one of our radio channels tuned to the Tuscon station and I stayed on that for most of the time. At 1600 Tuscon time a guy said “World War No. 2 has ended”. I gave a screech that was heard all the way up in the nose (of the ship, not mine).
Hardy called me on inter phone and wanted to know what the bejeezus was wrong back there. I called him several affectionate names and suggested he perform a certain trick with his head. He threatened to throw me out of the ship without a chute. Then I went to the tunnel and threw things at them. Finally I told him the war had ended. Then we all started to sing, “ When the war is over, we will all enlist again.” Never has there been such a mission. The enlisted men were thumbing their noses at all of the officers and we were thumbing ours back at them. Unanimously we decided to hell with flying. Then to top things off number four engine honked out. We broke all records for sobering up. We made it O.K. though and made it into D.M.F. acompanied by a fleet of firetrucks and ambulances. We checked in our equipment and came back to the barracks. I took a shower and changed. That brought it to about 7:30. The sun was almost down. I stepped outside and took a look at the world. It was the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. Everything was in a rich technicolor and there was a rainbow. I guess you could say it was breath taking. I could describe it to you a million times but you couldn’t really appreciate it unless you saw it yourself. There wasn’t much celebrating on the field because we all had school Wednesday morning. This morning the Colonel called an officers meeting. Most of his speech was routine but he did say there was no word from higher headquarters on what to do with us. There’s a good possibility that we’ll go overseas as an occupational air force. Nothing definite yet though. So far we are to continue on as before.
If I don’t go over there’s a chance I could be discharged within a year. There’s even a possibility it could be in six months. Just have to wait and see.
Today and tomorrow are holidays but there isn’t anything in town so I’m being pretty peaceful. We fly Saturday morning.
How does all this affect you? I’ll bet the bank is a mad house. Did you get stuck all by yourself?
There are a million things floating through my mind that I can’t figure out the answers to. Gonna cut this short and do some fancy thinking.
So long for now, honey
Love and kisses
Ray