Saturday night

February 24, 1945

Hi Darlin’,

Four months and eleven days since I saw you last, and it seems four years. I do miss you so very much and can hardly wait to get back to you. Then we’ll start in where we left off and really get this thing settled – and live happily ever after – O.K.?

So far this year I’ve received the following letters from you, #’s 4, 5, 7, 10, 11, 12, 13, 17, and two unnumbered ones. You know, that’s not so good, is it? Have you really been trying hard to write often? As long as you are trying. I’ll try not to complain so much, but I do miss them. I was really proud of your record up until the first of the year.

I have 22 missions now, and am coming along fine. If things keep up I should be on my way home in a couple of months. Keep your fingers crossed, Darling, and I might see you soon. I’m again top man on the crew insofar as number of missions go. John has 21 – Hughes, 21 – and Mirowski, 14.

Well, they finally got around to presenting the air medals, and several of the enlisted men on our crew got theirs today. However, the rest of us were flying so we haven’t gotten ours yet.

We are having another dance at the Officers’ Club tonight, which will probably be like the rest of them. They never have more than a dozen girls (Italian) and they are brought there by their dates. However, I go to enjoy the music, and of course – have a few drinks. Will let you know if anything unusual happens.

You are probably out at the dance at Camp Pat, so I’ll have to go up and drown my sorrows because I’m not there with you. You had better not have too good a time, though, as I’m sure you won’t.

Be good, remain the sweet girl of my dreams, (until I see you again), miss me, and write everyday possible.

All my love forever,

Jimmy

P.S. Kate Smith is now singing “Because” over the radio. We must have that sung on the glad day – huh?