January 26, 1944
Dear Mamma,
I received a very nice letter from Dad today. It is certainly an imposition on him for me
to use him to get me transferred. I'm going to see the major I mentioned before; there's a chance
that there is a big enough need for men that he will order my transfer. Anyway I can ask.
It seems to me that life in the Medical Department, as I've seen it, is as similar to outside
life as is possible in the army. I could always keep clean, and I would learn things that interest
me more than the innards of guns do although most ward boys are dumb, there are nurses
around to converse with intelligently. Of course the advantage of flying is 60% extra pay; but I
am somewhat doubtful that I could even make a gunner out of myself my eyes are somewhat
worse now, I think. My health would undoubtedly be better if I worked in the hospital.
January 27, 1944
I'm going to go on sick call this morning and get something for my cold, which has been
getting worse, before we go on bivouac, in a few days.
I was unable to look at the watch again yesterday the PX was closed.
I'm, going to see about getting a furlough. It may be possible. Then I could catch a
plane out of the field and be home in a day.
All my love to you and the family,
Linus