September 8, 1943

Arthur,

...Dude, what the hell did I write last time? Yeah... i'm fine now... getting let out of the hostpital wing next week.

Did you hear about the airraids in Hamburg Germany? I flew in a lot of them. Everything was going pretty awesome for us and my crew was doing really well but then on August 6 we bombed some oil refineries and oneof my men released the bomb to soon when i was to low and didnt get out soon enough. He was used to bombing normal building and forgot the oil would explode. It hit the tail end of the fortress and yeah... my men were able to eject but i tried to get the plane out of the city... crashed in the outskirts of it... i dont know what happened after that or how i even got out alive... i was pretty torn up by shrapnel and burned though dude... and i messed something up in my leg but its totally healing and im going to be fine just a couple of scars but im going to be out and flying again in no time! Dont worry dude! I hate it when you worry!

It was the only chance i got to write you and you sounded so sad and scared in your letter so i had to write to you right then and then!

Dude! Your scones are always totally awesome! Dude you should totally put some sinnaman in it next time!

The captain was in here talking with me the other day and he was talking about switching me from the BT to a Mustang! Isnt that awesome? Its like totally my dream come true! I guess something good is coming out of crashing! I cant wait to finally get to fly one in battle!

Love,

A2C Alfred F. Jones

PS. Crap... did I actually write that down? Ummm... yeah...yeah i really do want to kiss Artie... dont hate me dude...