It whistles like a bee

P-39N

Darlings,

Please excuse the absence of letters but, I have been moving from place to place-checking in and out beds-signing this and that for four days. A lieutenant has more responsibility than I thought.

I am still part of the 328th fighter group and I am assigned to the 329th fighter squadron. Our duties are very important. We are here to protect Frisco. There is always a flight of planes ready to go any minute. We take turns on the night alert shift.

I thought we had P38’s but, I was mistaken. We fly the P39-Bell Airacobra, look it up in a magazine-it sure is a honey. I haven’t flown yet but, hope to in a few days. I’ve never seen so many instruments before. Boy, when the ship zooms over it whistles like a bee.

We officers live in the old hotel on the field. The elaborate equipment is gone but, it’s very nice. Some of the older men are going over in a few days so we will be the top kicks around here.

Well, darlings, your son feels that he is doing a little more to protect that lovely home and family of his. I can’t express how much I miss you-

Your loving son,

Jim