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A/C Judson Clark
Sqdrn 5, Class 45-A
Newburgh, N. Y.
Miss Dorothy Six
8 Brookside Ave.
NEWBURGH, NEW YORK
A lot of things have happened since I saw you last, hon.
After working like a fiend most of Sunday evening on my cross country to Pennsylvania, I find out Monday morning, fifteen minutes before I take off, that I’m going to Hartford, Conn., and from there to Albany, N. Y. How I ever got there I’ll never know. A “Guy Named Joe” was in the back seat that trip all right.
On the Hartford to Albany leg I passed over Sheffield, Mass. where Bill’s farm is. I looked for it, but one farm looks just like another from 10,000 feet. How this plane gets around, though. I was in three different states, & covered 300 miles in an hour and forty five minutes. What a ship!
Last night I started night flying, that’s why I didn’t write. Today I had my instrument check, and passed it O.K. It wasn’t so hard. You wanted to give me something for luck. Well hon, you’re all the luck I need. You’re doin’ O.K. so far.
I don’t know what we can do this weekend. I just had a look at my financial status, and it doesn’t look so good, this is the end of the month, you know. I’ll call you Thursday.
So you’re finally going riding. I can see that mob of girls on horses. God, I can’t write in this mad house. I am at the present in the “Quiet” room. And except for two radios, a couple of hot arguements [sic] and the gentle murmuring of about twenty fellow cadets it’s very peaceful, so please excuse this screwy letter.
Whenever I start to write you, it seems that I’ve got thousands of things to tell you, but when I start to write, all I can think of is how much I miss you, or how long this week will be; and what you’re doing now, etc. Oh, ain’t love grand.
Keep writing honey, I’ll try to write every day, but this week I will be flying every other night.
I miss you like the devil darling, and think about you always. Give my best to your family. Goodnight Sweetheart.
All my Love,