The story in which pilot Alfred F. Jones and professor Arthur Kirkland meet in London, and then proceed to write to each other from across Europe once Jones is sent to war. A World War II era collaboration by Wutaiflea and 9LRCenturion
You tell me, you wrote it. Are you? Thats good. I was worried...hows your leg?
Yes, I did. That was you? Well I do hope you gave those krauts hell, bloody bastards deserve it for what they've done to London. Did all of your men make it back okay? That sounds horrible..but...I'm very happy nothing worse happened. How did you get back to...wherever you are...
Are you sure you're okay enough to go up again? Its only been a month...Alfred be careful. I worry so much because I care. I can't help it.
I was scared. Terrified that something had happened. I don't know if the Air Force will contact me if something happens to you...and even if they do, a letter of consolance is all I will get. And that would never be enough...
The Mustang, isn't that the one you wanted? I'm happy for you. But terrified, bombing is quite different than fighting, right? Don't do anything stupid.
A.K.
P.S. I wouln't be too terribly opposed to the idea of you kissing "Artemis". In fact, I suggest you do it first thing when you get back. If 'she' doesn't beat you to it that is...
"A kiss is a lovely trick, designed by nature, to stop words when speech becomes superfluous."
Ingrid Bergmen
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