Letters: April 17, 1952

    Hi Meathead, I feel a whole great big bunch better now that I’ve talked to you. To be honest I was feeling down in the dumps and real blue because I was sort of lonesome but now it’s okay. In fact the sun seems to be shining and it’s eight in the evening too. And I’m not affected by the heat either.
    There were so many things I wanted to ask you over the phone but never got around to it. Like how was your schooling doing. You said you talked to Dr. Furlong (right?) but I didn’t understand the rest. I did hear you tell me you loved me but I was waiting to hear that and when you said that everything else was pushed to the background and I was in a mental fog just thinking about it. I daze quite often these days--because I’m so happy.
    Your idea of my flying up is okay and I still may do it but it’s dependent on a lot of things. One is--is this fellow goes up to Oregon and decides to come back with me then the driving back won’t be bad at all. Honey, I’d drive to Tokyo to see you for five minutes.
    I told you over the phone that I’m going to Los Angeles to see Pete and Marge Saturday and then over to your folks for Sunday. I have to get out of this camp on weekends or I’d spin, crash, and burn if I didn’t. I would leave Friday evening but we have a command inspection Sat. morning no less and my section is on the agenda. I think I’ll have the airplane salute the general by lowering one flap or wigwag the rudder.
    I miss you an awful lot Barbs and I love you more and more. It won’t ever stop. Bye for now.