4/20/44 Italy #95
Hi Gremlin:
What a day. Nothing to do, sun shining, grass green, and invigoratingly cool. I still don’t have any orders but expect them soon. I shall probably fly the Cub this afternoon.
Honey, don’t defer next year’s (or any years) income tax as that would be foolish. You know I shall be home as soon as possible, but don’t count on any specific time. Just handle it like you did the last batch.
If this job in A.F. pans out, I am tempted to forget I am a pilot and go all out on the engineering side. It may be wise, for that is what I shall have to do when I become a civilian again.
So you still like my poetry! That’s a sure sign you’re in love.
I sure am glad I stayed in a tactical outfit in S’vah instead of going on Brereton’s* A.F. staff. The guys who came up that channel are a bunch of worthless lugs. Although promotion has not been as rapid this way, I have a firm background no one can shake.
Yahoo! Gordon Roberts just called and said my orders are in so next letter will be from HQ XII A.F.
Honey, I’ve gotta pack. I love you and hope this change will produce a little better humor on this end of our correspondence club.
Your own, Cy.
*https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lewis_H._Brereton