Jeannie Shapiro
9292 Starfish Way
Sarasota, FL

My dearest Jeannie,

I miss you and I think about you every day. It's hard to believe that I'm engaged to you now. I still remember the first time we met at that ice cream shop as I was finishing flight school.

We just finished our first mission, and it's strange to be the pilot of one of these big ships. If only the guys in algebra class could see me now! I'm proud to say that we had the highest bombing rating in our squadron - 60 percent! - though that was more the bombardier's work than mine. I just fly the thing. We saw 8 enemy airplanes on our way in, but there's only seven of them now, thanks to our tail gunner.

I should describe our crew to you, or at least what little I know of them so far.

tk13 is my copilot, so he sits next to me in the cockpit. He wears the Number 13 a lot, which I don't like, and he likes to play with the dials while I'm flying. I'm still trying to figure him out.

My bombardier is from Chicago, so we call him Chitown. He sits down in the nose of the plane with the navigator, and he's really good. The best in the squadron, according to the stats, even if he does have to be dragged out of the pubs at night.

Our navigator is a great guy. When I first saw his name, whoman69, I thought maybe he was one of those woman flyers. He's not, though, and that's good. I heard that a copilot in another plane killed his pilot over a girl.

Our engineer is Pitt Gorilla. I was kind of disappointed when I met him because I thought he would be one of those trained military gorillas, but he's not, even though he's kind of hairy. He is from Pittsburgh, though, even if it's not the big Pittsburgh.

KC Jones is our radio operator. He talks sometimes about his old-style house back home, and then he tries to call his wife on the radio. He's never reached her, but we think that once he managed to reach Hermann Goering.

Our tail gunner is Duck Dog. He says he got the nickname when someone threw a dog at him once right as he bent over to tie his shoe. He's a crack shot, and killed a Messerschmidt on our first mission!

Our ball turret gunner is named Dr. Nick. I don't think he's a real doctor, but he keeps trying to convince the women in the pub that he is, so we all try to help him out with that.

Our right waist gunner is cormac. He's from another country, so we like to pretend we can't understand him sometimes even though his English is flawless. We just keep saying, "Huh? Huh?" and it's kind of funny.

Our left waist gunner is The Rick. Not just any Rick, THE Rick. You've probably heard of him.

Anyway, it's a great crew, and we've got one mission down and 24 to go. Wish us luck, and I look forward to walking down the aisle with you when I get back home!

1/LT Kevin

Lucy Coopersmith
3128 Thames Street
Cambridge, England

My dearest Lucy,

I miss you and I think about you every day. It's hard to believe that I'm engaged to a woman whom I've only known for two weeks!

We just finished our first mission, and it's strange to be the pilot of one of these big ships. If only the guys in algebra class could see me now! I'm proud to say that we had the highest bombing rating in our squadron - 60 percent! - though that was more the bombardier's work than mine. I just fly the thing. We saw 8 enemy airplanes on our way in, but there's only seven of them now, thanks to our tail gunner.

I should describe our crew to you, or at least what little I know of them so far.

tk13 is my copilot, so he sits next to me in the cockpit. He wears the Number 13 a lot, which I don't like, and he likes to play with the dials while I'm flying. I'm still trying to figure him out.

My bombardier is from Chicago, so we call him Chitown. He sits down in the nose of the plane with the navigator, and he's really good. The best in the squadron, according to the stats, even if he does have to be dragged out of the pubs at night.

Our navigator is a great guy. When I first saw his name, whoman69, I thought maybe he was one of those woman flyers. He's not, though, and that's good. I heard that a copilot in another plane killed his pilot over a girl.

Our engineer is Pitt Gorilla. I was kind of disappointed when I met him because I thought he would be one of those trained military gorillas, but he's not, even though he's kind of hairy. He is from Pittsburgh, though, even if it's not the big Pittsburgh.

KC Jones is our radio operator. He talks sometimes about his old-style house back home, and then he tries to call his wife on the radio. He's never reached her, but we think that once he managed to reach Hermann Goering.

Our tail gunner is Duck Dog. He says he got the nickname when someone threw a dog at him once right as he bent over to tie his shoe. He's a crack shot, and killed a Messerschmidt on our first mission!

Our ball turret gunner is named Dr. Nick. I don't think he's a real doctor, but he keeps trying to convince the women in the pub that he is, so we all try to help him out with that.

Our right waist gunner is cormac. He's from another country, so we like to pretend we can't understand him sometimes even though his English is flawless. We just keep saying, "Huh? Huh?" and it's kind of funny.

Our left waist gunner is The Rick. Not just any Rick, THE Rick. You've probably heard of him.

Anyway, it's a great crew, and we've got one mission down and 24 to go. Wish us luck, and I look forward to walking down the aisle with you when I get a good long leave!

1/LT Kevin

ROFL Very slick there captain... think you could save some action for the co-pilot here. I get to do so much work but get no glory... alas the co-pilot's life is never easy.

ROFL

Well, for the war effort I did steer our plane to Germany. I found out Oakland is out of range from England. But if we should survive the European war and take a crack at the Japs, the pull towards Oakland would be too strong. Already the threat of action has scared away any possible enemy commanders. They are staying away from that suicide mission. The latest poop reports they may have to sign a certain traitor DC from our side, even though it was found he was still working for the Donkey faction when he was supposed to be on our side. But what can you do if noone else will take the job?

Alrighty pilot let's get our act together next time. No more fantasizing about your women in apricot bikinis next time..

Hey, we walked away from it, didn't we? I did my job. Why weren't you keeping an eye on Pitt Gorilla? It was your day to watch him.

Oh, I'm sorry, I was busy trying to make sure the PLANE DIDN'T EXPLODE!

I thought the sparks were kind of pretty.

Hey guys! Just in fwom Boston. How soon until we get to fly this biwd? :thumb:
















Hard to do an accent on the Internet...

Welcome aboard! Just set your stuff over in that bunk over there, the one with the picture of Pitt Gorilla's girlfriend on the wall.

Let me give you a tour of our hut. There's the heater, there's the bunks, and that thing over there? It's our light bulb.

We leave at dawn. Any questions?

Oh my god, Mr Magoo is going to be one of our gunners.

Actually since he sits by me, I guess it was my job. But I was too busy shooting myself in the hip.

I'm not going to let you pick first when we go through his foot locker.

Two guys at work were fired this month. I can rifle thru their desks.

Besides all that in there was a collection of Casper the Friendly Ghost comics.