November 11, 1942 – Tomorrow



Wed Eve

Dear Mom + Dad,

I’m staying over at the hotel until tomorrow morning when I’m going to turn in and start my career as a flying cadet. I won’t get out for a long time as I’m having fun. This is a terrible place to write on the arm of a chair in the hotel lobby. Oh well, I didn’t write you today. I’ll write air mail for sure tomorrow evening. Wish me luck.

Love
Bob

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