July 29, 1945
St. Trond, Belgium
Dear Mom, Dad & Sis,
Well another Sunday is about half over. Its about 10 after 11 now & so far haven’t accomplished anything except that my breakfast & catch up a little more on my sleep.
Haven’t flown for four days now, just about a record for me since I’ve been over here. From what I hear, our crew isn’t supposed to fly again till the first of the month because we’re so high up on time.
You know I still haven’t gotten a ride with the Major yet. Another cp & I are going to hit him up for another ride today. Lyle’s really disgusted that they won’t give me a ride.
That $8 & sumpthin I make a day includes the $100 sent home each month.
You got the wrong impression of how I felt about that ride. Good gosh. I’d go crazy with boredom if something like that didn’t happen once in a while. That was the first flight I’d enjoyed in a long time.
Don’t give me & my women a second thought anymore. As Dad says when he plays poker. “I’m playing them tight to the belly.” No wrong ideas are wanted by that remark.
From all I can find out I’ve kind of messed myself up by volunteering to stay in till the war with Japan is over. I couldn’t see any way to get out anyway, so that seemed the logical thing to do. From all reports, the guys that said yes (thats me) will likely have to stay over here the longest. We’re under a 5 year plan that I know of now, so you can about guess what that’ll mean. The only thing good about it is that I ought to have a nice little bit of cash on hand by the end of that time. Oh well it’s hard to say just how they will work this. I’m just standing by with engines cut & waiting.
I’d like to make a phone call to home but I’m not in London anymore. The last I heard, they’d cut that out again for a while anyway. If the opportunity ever presents itself, you’ll hear from me. Doubt very much if it can be done now.
It was to your letter Mom that I answered about this little job we’re doing over here. You’re right, Dad didn’t mention anything about the volunteering??? Ha
You’re darn right I want you to send me the funnies couldn’t get along with knowing how Terry & “Hot Shot’ were making out. Hot Shot & I are running a race to see who’s bar turns to silver from old age first.
I’ll be darned if I celebrated the 4th by getting married. Thats one way to cut off your independence quick like.
I guess I must have known about your being on your way Sis about as quick as the folks.
Whats this about having a snapshot of the buck I wounded last fall? Who are you trying to kid anyway??
Think I’d better close for this morning.
Lots of love,
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St. Trond, Belgium
St. Trond, Belgium August 30, 1945
St. Trond by officers quarters Left to right: unknown, Dick Warren
Dick Warren St. Trond, Blegium