4/28/44 Italy
Hi Honey:
I am getting spoiled to the point where I shall be completely useless for any further tactical work. I have had ice-cream for lunch every day since I got here, and cream puffs or some other delicacy for dessert for the evening meal. Last night I saw a show which, although corny, was amusing. It was, I think, Broadway Melody [sic “Broadway Rhythm”], starring Chas. Winniger, Ginny Simms, and a bunch of other people. There was no plot, but there were a few good vaudeville acts in the damn thing.
Every day since I arrived I have run into someone whom I have known before or who knows everyone I know. Yesterday afternoon I met a Lt. Lucky, who lived right across the street from me when I lived on Montclair Avenue. He is 20 and a B-17 driver. This morning we had a visiting fireman from Washington whom I met while on maneuvers in La. He remembered me for some unknown reason. Then I had a captain come in who came to me in S’vah as a brand new shavetail along with Casey and that bunch.
Bob Paul’s bunch is pretty well cleaned out now. Chocolate is home, Ed is doing a little walking these days instead of flying, Jack Stern, Barret, and some other people have been kicked out cold, as has Chuck. I don’t know what is in the breeze, but it looks like dirty work at the cross-roads. I am most fortunate in having seen the hand-writing on the wall and left of my own free will when I did. It may not mean a thing in the things which the army thinks of, but it is giving me a swell chance to learn a lot of things I’ve forgotten about the little ol’ electron. There is a vacancy, etc., but I have found that working with the right people makes promotion etc. relatively un-important.
That’s the news-cast for today. I’ll try to use the mill when I write. Take care of you for me. How about making that pic I asked for a full portrait size (8×10) for my desk?
Love Cy