Hello Terry, hope this finds my sweetheart in a good state of affairs, in other words, happy and well.
I had a day off today, meaning that I slept until noon and have been laying around all afternoon, doing absolutely nothing - alright, naught, zero, whatever you want to call it.
I lost the "Battle of (name of Base)" last night. I really hung on on last sunset until midnight. You know, getting rid of some of the jitters and blowing off some nerves, etc. Didn't help much tho because I feel hangoverish this bright sunny day and that's not a very comfortable feeling. Had a pretty rough one yesterday, but things are though all over, aren't they?
#15 completed and I;m over the hump if I can only hang on to my luck just a little longer, it won't be long dearest, no, not very much longer. Won't that be a happy day when I can say, "I've completed my tour of operations, darling, and I'll be coming home soon?" Just keep on praying, and I'll do the same, and we'll see what comes of it. Is that roger?
I was awarded another Air Medal, my third now. Wait until you see it, Terry, it's a beautiful piece of work. I was going to send it home, but thought better of it, for two reasons. It might get lost enroute, and what's going to stop me from bringing it home in person?
I'll be leaving for the rest home about the 20th. Won't you envy me then? Golfing, horseback, and things that go with it like a nice bed for instance. I'm going to try to have a good time and get plenty of rest to boot. Do you think that's possible? I'll let you know how the two mix. If I were home with you, I can't see how we could manage, do you? one can't have everything, can one?
At any rate, I'm anxiously looking forward to that, shall we call it a vacation, and believe me when I say that if I were to miss out on it, I would be plenty "blown off" - if you know what I mean, and I think you do.
Outside of all that, things are the same, gets pretty darn monotonous at times, "Hunting the Heim" is becoming a very weary sort of deal. I hope June will be the end of it for me. Let's make a date for the 4th of July, roger?
And so life goes on in the E.S.O. I ran across a poem, enclosed it hoping you like it. Incidentally, our plane's name is "Skonk Works" and Ferg is the inside man. Finally got her named after all this time. I'll tell you why it took so long when I get home. I can't now, that would be giving away secrets.
I'm running out of things to say, that is, things about working in particular, so why not talk about something interesting, namely, us?
Darling, my love for you has become a dull pain, seemingly out of this world. I've gotten used to our circumstances, but when I think of our reunion, I have a feeling of happiness, something to hang on to, to look forward to - to make life itself worth living. It's nice to know that you're there, pulling for our side, yours and mine.
Closing now with all of my deepest love to the sweetest girl I know - to my future wife,
Jim
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