cling to my determination to stick with it till I've really soaked in enough of the war and this atmosphere so that I'll be able to report on both. I know that if I took a plane this week and landed at New City --I'd be so happy I wouldn't care about anything else. But later I'd be sorry. I keep remembering that I was like a fish out of water at Fort Bragg--yet that was an invaluable week I spent there. 9 And this has already been immensely valuable. Those poor lads at the flying stations, how lonesome they get for their girls and homes! But they love flying. And the things they do are simply magnificent. I've heard enough tales of heroism, told quite casually and unemotionally, to last the theatre for years.
I'll be seeing Gabby tomorrow about that picture and you'll probably get a cable one way or another soon.
All my love, darling, Max