Sunday,
April 22
Dear Mom[1],
As
I’m writing this I’m on a “practice”[2]
flight around our home area and because it’s inconceivable that the pilot could
get lost there’s nothing for me to do so I brought my V-mail along to write[3]
every one of my new rank[4].
I
shouldn’t be so proud because it does come through practically as a matter of
course after a prescribed number of sorties[5]
have been flown. Yesterday both my pilots & mine came through.
Love
[1]
Addressed to: Mrs. Barbara Richert; 1130 T Street; Fresno Calif.
[2]
A great reminder that even at the front, non-combat flying duties continued.
[3]
Looking at the original letter, the writing is surprisingly legible. I would
have expected more irregularities in a moving plane.
[4]
From Second to First Lieutenant.
[5]
Missions.
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