Mar. 9, 1945
Dear Mom & Dad,
Its seems as though things are finally getting under way. These auto-pilots are wonderful things. Here we are breezing through the air, nobody flying the ship manually & I sit here writing letters. Lyle intends to get his paper & pencil out soon.
This darn day makes me disgusted. Here’s the time to get a chance to really look around & see a lot of places I’ve never come in contact with before & whats this ”darn” weather like. No, there’s no clouds, but its so darn hazy you can’t see over 2 miles. I rather imagine it’ll keep better as we work our way along.
It’s nice & warm in this cockpit now but I’ve got my jacket all set to put on for rather think it might get chilly before the day is over.
Just passing over a few fluffy clouds, the first we’ve run into since we got under motion. Expect them to last for 150 or 200 miles. They didn’t last as long as I thought only about 50 instead. Still this cussed hazy weather out, never saw it much worse.
As you see by the address, I have an APO now. Write to that immediately & it shouldn’t be too long before some of it catches up to me.
I think I’ll get me a bite to eat now & finish this later. Am also going to start one to Diane. If time permits, will get several of them started.
Next morning: Well we arrived at our first stop o.k. These rebels think its beautiful. Looks natural & just like home to me.
Don’t know how long we’ll be here. Probably not too long. I’ve got more cussed equipment than I know what to do with. Should know the time of day now. Have two watches.
Will close this now so I can get it mailed.
Lots of love,
March 9, 1945: The U.S. drops 2000 tons of incendiary bombs over Tokyo.