3/30/40
Brooks Field, Tx.
Hi Darling:
I’m writing this on my way into town. Boy, it’s good to be out for the week-end!
I flew 50 miles under the hood by radio navigation and hit within ¼ mile of my destination. I’ll probably be the first one lost in cross-country work.
Gee, the roads are bumpy!
It looks like barracks for me for six weeks after we’re married.
I love you dear, Cy.