Eighteen more to go, honey. I walked six more off this weekend. I think I’ll buy some rollerskates. Say honey, before I forget it, do you think you might dig up a carton of Fleetwoods for your son[?] They don’t have them here. They would be very much appreciated.
There’s no news whatsoever honey. I have a test tomorrow in Engines, we’re studying fuel systems now, it’s very interesting. Between tours today I went swimming, boy that pool is heaven sent. Right now I’m sitting in they [sic] dayroom in my bathrobe & slippers. The fellas kid me about the robe, but I like to were [sic] it, it reminds me of those Sunday nights we used to spend at the house in front of the fire with “bea!” those were the days. (Ah, a change of color!)
Tomorrow I’ll probably shoot landings. Sometime this week I will begin my supervised solos, Wednsday [sic] perhaps. When I solo I’ll call you about seven o’clock my time, eight o’clock E. W. T. I[t] will be grand to hear your sweet voice honey. You have no idea how much I think about you, and wish I could see you. I love you with all my heart.
P. S.—Here’re some pictures of the H. P.
Recommended CitationClark, William Judson, "Letter Written by William Judson Clark to Mrs. Ruth S. Clark Dated July 11, 1944" (1944). Clark, Dorothy Audrey Six and William Judson. Paper 191.