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    Love Letters: August 11, 1942

    Tues, Aug. 11, 1942305th Squadron, Flight C.Barrack-10 Hello Darling, Here I am, still thinking of you, and wishing you were here. I haven’t heard from you in the last 3 days, whats the matter? Found another boyfriend? I am still here, going through the same routine every day. Get up in the morning at 6:45 A.M., have breakfast at 8:15, study from 9:00 till 10:30, exercise from 10:30 till 11:30, dinner at 12:00 M. School starts at 2:00 P.M. and lasts till 10:00 P.M., lights out at 11:00 P.M. So you see, I am kept pretty busy. I heard that Dan was over at Brooklyn Field, Alabama. That is near…

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    Love Letters: August 8, 1942

    305th Squadron, Flight C.Barrack-10Aug. 8, 42 Hello darling, Well, here I am, still in Keesler Field, but a new address. They moved us 3 times since yesterday. Boy, am I getting burned up. They are sending us all to Airplane Mechanics School, that is, all who qualified for school. I wanted to take Machinist, but I guess that school is not open at the present time. I passed my physical exam for gunner, yesterday. I suppose I will just nicely get started in A.M. school, and they will take me out of there to go to gunners school. I don’t know as I give a damn anyway. I’m getting disgusted.…

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    Love Letters: August 6, 1942

    310th Squadron,Flight B.Aug 6/42 My dearest Virginia, How are you, darling? I just received your letter, where you said you had been paid a visit by Beck. I am sorry I have not written before, but the don’t give us time around here. Oh, I wish you were here, darling, I miss you so much. I’ll always love you, so don’t forget that, will you? I took park of a rigid physical exam today, I have to finish it tomorrow. The hardest part is over, thank goodness, eyes, hearing, and color blindness. I have passed okay, so far. If I pass the rest tomorrow, the next time you see me,…

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    Love Letters: August 1, 1942

    310th SquadronFlight B. Aug. 1, 1942 My Dearest Virginia, I just received your letter about ten minutes ago, and was certainly glad to hear from you. Your letter was transfered from Ft. Niagara to where I am now. Darling I feel the same way toward you, as you say you do about me. I miss you an awful lot, more than I could ever tell you. I love you darling, “for keeps.” I hope you have received the other letters I sent previous to this one. If the suspense of waiting to hear from me, is as great as waiting to hear from you, I know how you must feel. Well…

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    Love Letters: July 30, 1942

    310th squadronFlight B. My dearest Virginia, Here is the end of another day, and a beautiful southern moon rising over the Gulf. I sure wish you were here, we would take advantage of that moon. Hope you’ve been a good girl. I certainly have been a good boy, haven’t even looked at these women down here. Although there are a lot of them. What would you say if I went to an aerial gunners school, instead of mechanical? That would mean a machine gunner on a big bomber. A little more dangerous, but a lot more exciting. Gunners School might bring me up north. I might get to see you soon.…

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    Love Letters: July 29, 1942

    Pvt. Harry D. Powers310th SquadronFlight B. My dear Virginia, Here I am at the end of another hard day. We had examinations most of the day, and are they tough. The math test was the most complicated I’ve seen yet. Boy, if I ever pass that it will be a wonder. How are you darling? Miss me? I sure miss you. I wandered into the main theatre last night and the Vox Pop program was being broadcast. Maybe you heard it. One of our fellows was married on the program. Later, the(y) started for New Orleans for their honeymoon. If I take up aerial gunner I will be shipped [CUT] other base. Probably…

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    Love Letters: July 26, 1942

    July 26, 1942, 7:30 P.M.Squadron 310-Flight-B. Army Air Forces Technical SchoolKeesler Field, Mississippi Dear Virginia, Well here I am, way down in Miss. and right in my glory. This is certainly a wonderful place. Our air-base is practically a city in itself. I would dare say it is larger than the city of Oswego. There is no need to go off the post for anything. We have all our hangars, schools, stores, restaurants, beir gardens, dance halls, bowling alleys, ball park, and theaters right here. There are approximately 75000 men here and quite a few women. But they don’t bother me any. I get a kick out of listening to…

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    July 24, 1942

    CO.B. 1213-R.C.Fort Niagara,Niagara Falls, N.Y. My Dear Virginia, Well, here I am in the army and missing you every minute. It certainly is a swell place and I am perfectly satisfied except I miss you terribly. Maybe the army will make a good and respectable man of me. It certainly hasn’t done me any harm so far. They keep us busy from one minute to the next and at bed-time we are ready to turn in. I don’t think you had better write to me while I am here, as I may shove off anytime. If I get time, I hope to go to the show tonight. There is a…

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    March 29, 1942

    Dear Virginia, Just came home from a show, so I thought I would write. I received your very sweet letter and was glad to hear from you. How is everything out in Niagara? There isn’t much change here, everyday about the same. I worked Mon. thru Fri. at the mill, and Sat. down at the gas station, today Beck and I went over to the coffee shop, dancing for the afternoon, and took in a show tonight. The show was swell, a good mystery, “Dangerously We Live,” was the name of it. Don’t forget to write and tell me when you are coming home, I will try to get out…

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    Undated Letter

    Dear Virginia, I received your letter today, say! you can certainly write a book if you want to can’t you? How is Shirley? I suppose you two are having a swell time together. You know, I wish you wouldn’t expect so many letters from me, you know how I hate to write. You say Dan is in the Hospital? What’s the matter with him? Hope its nothing serious. I hope he gets home on his leave, it would certainly be good to see him again. Boy, did it snow here yesterday, flakes came down as large as popcorn balls, or something. I wish it would make up its mind and…

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    March 23, 1942

    My dearest Virginia, How are you to-night? It is now about 11:30P.M. Mon. evening. I just came home from work and was thinking about you, so I decided to write a letter. What do you think of the snow storm? Did you get home allright? I hope so. I certainly had a good time Sat. night, you looked awfully good to me. I hope you had a good time. I could have held you in my arms all night, but Leon’s girl had to get up in the morning, so there was nothing we could do about it, was there. I got home about 2:45, and didn’t get up until…