On the flight line
I just got down from a good flight. I shot landings & take offs today at Haley, our auxillary [sic] field. It was beautiful today. We were just under the clouds at 1600’. We were just scrapping [sic] the bottom of them, it was like floating around the cieling [sic] of a huge room. Mom, you have no idea how much I love to fly. There’s nothing like it. The sky is a separate world. When I get up there I forget everything, and have a little bit of heaven.
When are you going to return to N. Roch. Honey [?] I want to call you when I solo, which will be next week, or the first of the week after. I’m behind schedule because of this shitty weather. Today the cieling lifted early, however. Next week I fly in the afternoon again, so I’ll catch up on my time.
My average in Engines is 98; in Airplane Structure, 92 ½, making my mark in academics 95 ¼, not bad, eh?
I think of you always my dear mother, take a kiss and love from
Recommended CitationClark, William Judson, "Letter Written by William Judson Clark to Mrs. Ruth S. Clark Dated July 7, 1944" (1944). Clark, Dorothy Audrey Six and William Judson. Paper 188.