Sunday, Sept 17,
Tonight is
my last as a cadet and my things are all packed or ready to be, yet I have no
idea as to how I’m spending my delay en route. The more I think of it the
sicker I get. God how I’d like to get home.
If I could get a plane[1]
home I’d certainly take my chances of getting to Tampa on time.
[1] As a
member of military, he could fly on a military plane, space and priority
permitting. But destinations, departures, delays, etc, are not guaranteed. The
beginning of The Best Years of Our Lives demonstrates this type of travel.
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