MassachusettsMay 5, 1943
You must forgive me for not writing but you know how busy I have been. We have enough planes now so that each of us will probably be given our personal plane and it takes time to care for them. Maybe I will be able to fly home one of these day but don't count on it because gasoline is extremely scarce.
Quite a bit has happened since I last wrote and as far as my own personal safety is concerned the closest call came today.
My engine cut out at a low altitude and I was unable to keep it running. As a result I was forced to bail out just before the plane exploded. I got out OK except for a few minor cuts on my face. I consider myself lucky because a fellow bailed out a few days ago, and is not expected to live. I certainly am glad I have developed that don't give a darn attitude or I would probably be scared to death.
Anyway, I am now eligible for the caterpiller club, made up of people who have jumped out of planes.
How are conditions at home and how is Grandma Baldridge? Both well I hope. Spring is just around the corner, and the days are lovely and warm. This is the most beautiful country I have ever seen.
I wish all of you could come up this summer and spend a week or so. You would love it. Our training is getting down to a fine point now and if the gasoline shortage keeps up it may be cut short. The shorter the better because I can't wait to get into combat. I'd better close now and get some rest. We get up at 4:30. Write soon.