A/C Judson Clark
Sqdrn 5 Class 45-A
Newburgh, N. Y.
Miss Dorothy Six
8 Brookside Ave.
Please excuse the paper and pencil, but I’m on the flight line now, and this is all I could get hold of.
Am I beat, in fact I’m the whole Victory Garden! Sunday night I got to bed about twelve o’clock. We’ve adopted a new system for night flying and Sunday we had a lecture on it giving us all the dope. And after drinking beer on the train all the way up here I know less about it now then [sic] I ever did. Last night I had my first chance to try it. These Cadets around here—they musn’t listen to lectures, everyone was doing it wrong except me, but I still can’t see how you can land a ship upside down. (maybe I need some sleep—sleep? what’s that?) I think we’re finished night flying for this month, thank God.
Boy, it was beautiful flying last night. Did you see that moon (Seein’ as you were out with Bob I hope you didn’t) It was almost as bright as day. The Hudson was a silver band running between two strings of twinkling lights as far as you could see.
I called Mom last night. She thinks you’re wonderful. Especially in that you don’t drink or smoke. You’re just the sweet innocent type I guess. Well you’re sweet, anyway.
Well hon, I’m off into the “wild blue yonder.” I’ve got to shoot a stage this period, if I can stay awake long enough.
I think about you always hon. Here it is only Teusday [sic], and I’ve got a Sunday hangover, and it should be Friday, and I wish it was Saturday, but it ain’t—it’s Teusday. I’m going nuts, but I love you.
Recommended CitationClark, William Judson, "Letter Written by William Judson Clark to Dorothy A. Six Clark Dated November 1, 1944" (1944). Clark, Dorothy Audrey Six and William Judson. Paper 37.