Truax Field

Wednesday Aug 23

[1944]

Dear Paddy:

You rascal--sending me such a telegram! I was sorely tempted by the prospect of Cambridge and New York. (As you thought I would be, but Ha Ha I fooled you!) but I couldn't decide to come with you even though I want to so badly.

However you, of course, must go and do the job if you are needed.

It is 2 pm and Linie is with me. We have had lunch together at the Service club and he is here reading the H.G. Wells.

Last night he brought his friend Robert Smith who is a wonderful looking boy and a good looking boy, too. We all three had supper and then walked about a bit.

It is grand fun being here on the Field. I wouldn't miss it for anything.

Early this morning we had a fine thunder storm-the rain sounded like tons of gravel being emptied on the roof from some celestial dump truck. Today is cold and wintry-with wind and enormous cumulous clouds-my suit none too warm.

Again I feel young Linie's antagonism

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towards life in general. What a lad! He said the 2^nd Lieutenant had come in the class and glared awhile but that he had glared back. He had a run in with the 2^nd Looy yesterday too. I'll tell you about it. I said to him that a sweet tender face like his couldn't glare very successfully but that, of course, he could always try. He laughed. According to his buddy Smith everyone tells him about his wonderful blue eyes!!

Where have we heard that before?

Good by for this time you rascal. I hope this reaches you.

Hugs and kisses

from your girl,

Ava Helen

I'll not write again.

See you Sunday.