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[Envelope]:
A/C Judson Clark
Sqdrn 5 Class 45-A
Cadet Detach.
Stewart Field
Newburgh, N. Y.

Miss Dorothy Six
8 Brookside Ave.
Pelham, 65
New York

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Teusday [sic]
1020

Dearest Dottie,

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.

As ever
Judd
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