**OOC**Glad someone finally noticed enough to comment. I started as a navigator and thought that Mr. Magoo was a nice touchy.

**Back in character**Why thanks for the welcome guys! Wow, that Pitt guy had a nice looking woman. Do I dare ask what happened to him?

Hey Rainman, are you sure that lightbulb is regulation? They sure didn't say anything to me about red lights during my training. :shrug:

Betty Lou Hobnobski
16 Clear Creek Lane
Rolla, MO

My dearest Betty,

I think of you often, and can't wait until our wedding day after the war is over.

I got a three day pass this weekend, not long enough to come back and see you, but I will be going to Cambridge. There are lots of interesting things to do there, but I also plan to spend a lot of time just enjoying the nice soft bed in the hotel room.

I've completed three missions now, without a scratch. I can't say the same for my crew, though. We came through our first mission (to Abbeville) with just a couple of holes in the plane, though one bullet did come through the pilot compartment right next to me.

The second mission was tougher. We lost our engineer to flak while we were over the target zone in St. Omer, and the plane took a lot of damage. The tailwheel was messed up and collapsed when we landed, so the ground crew had to work hard to get us ready for our next mission.

That mission was the worst, and I sincerely wonder if it could get any worse. Our plane, Gunther's Thunder, was hit about two dozen times on our mission to Meaulte. Out of a ten-man crew, our navigator was killed, our left waist gunner (new to the crew) was injured badly enough that he was sent home, and our bombardier, engineer (just promoted from radio op), and even my copilot were injured. The landing gear didn't work right, so we made a full belly landing, which more or less destroyed the plane.

We're not complaining, though. Two of the 20 planes we came over with have been shot down, and we don't know if anyone survived either one.

Anyway, that's enough about the war. Give my regards to your folks and everyone else back home.

1/LT Kevin

Marlene Friar
23 West Point Circle
Fort Benning, GA

My dearest Marlene,

I think of you often, and can't wait until our wedding day after the war is over.

I got a three day pass this weekend, not long enough to come back and see you, but I will be going to Cambridge. There are lots of interesting things to do there, but I also plan to spend a lot of time just enjoying the nice soft bed in the hotel room.

I've completed three missions now, without a scratch. I can't say the same for my crew, though. We came through our first mission (to Abbeville) with just a couple of holes in the plane, though one bullet did come through the pilot compartment right next to me.

The second mission was tougher. We lost our engineer to flak while we were over the target zone in St. Omer, and the plane took a lot of damage. The tailwheel was messed up and collapsed when we landed, so the ground crew had to work hard to get us ready for our next mission.

That mission was the worst, and I sincerely wonder if it could get any worse. Our plane, Gunther's Thunder, was hit about two dozen times on our mission to Meaulte. Out of a ten-man crew, our navigator was killed, our left waist gunner (new to the crew) was injured badly enough that he was sent home, and our bombardier, engineer (just promoted from radio op), and even my copilot were injured. The landing gear didn't work right, so we made a full belly landing, which more or less destroyed the plane.

We're not complaining, though. Two of the 20 planes we came over with have been shot down, and we don't know if anyone survived either one.

Anyway, that's enough about the war. Give my regards to your folks and everyone else back home.

1/LT Kevin

Jeannie Shapiro
9292 Starfish Way
Sarasota, FL

My dearest Jeannie,

I think of you often, and can't wait until our wedding day after the war is over.

I got a three day pass this weekend, not long enough to come back and see you, but I will be going to Cambridge. There are lots of interesting things to do there, but I also plan to spend a lot of time just enjoying the nice soft bed in the hotel room.

I've completed three missions now, without a scratch. I can't say the same for my crew, though. We came through our first mission (to Abbeville) with just a couple of holes in the plane, though one bullet did come through the pilot compartment right next to me.

The second mission was tougher. We lost our engineer to flak while we were over the target zone in St. Omer, and the plane took a lot of damage. The tailwheel was messed up and collapsed when we landed, so the ground crew had to work hard to get us ready for our next mission.

That mission was the worst, and I sincerely wonder if it could get any worse. Our plane, Gunther's Thunder, was hit about two dozen times on our mission to Meaulte. Out of a ten-man crew, our navigator was killed, our left waist gunner (new to the crew) was injured badly enough that he was sent home, and our bombardier, engineer (just promoted from radio op), and even my copilot were injured. The landing gear didn't work right, so we made a full belly landing, which more or less destroyed the plane.

We're not complaining, though. Two of the 20 planes we came over with have been shot down, and we don't know if anyone survived either one.

Anyway, that's enough about the war. Give my regards to your folks and everyone else back home.

1/LT Kevin

Lucy Coopersmith
3128 Thames Street
Cambridge, England

My dearest Lucy,

I think of you often, and can't wait until our wedding day after the war is over.

I got a three day pass this weekend, so I'm coming to see you! I'm sure there are lots of interesting things to do in Cambridge, but I plan to spend a lot of time just enjoying the nice soft bed in the hotel room, if you know what I mean.

I've completed three missions now, without a scratch. I can't say the same for my crew, though. We came through our first mission (to Abbeville) with just a couple of holes in the plane, though one bullet did come through the pilot compartment right next to me.

The second mission was tougher. We lost our engineer to flak while we were over the target zone in St. Omer, and the plane took a lot of damage. The tailwheel was messed up and collapsed when we landed, so the ground crew had to work hard to get us ready for our next mission.

That mission was the worst, and I sincerely wonder if it could get any worse. Our plane, Gunther's Thunder, was hit about two dozen times on our mission to Meaulte. Out of a ten-man crew, our navigator was killed, our left waist gunner (new to the crew) was injured badly enough that he was sent home, and our bombardier, engineer (just promoted from radio op), and even my copilot were injured. The landing gear didn't work right, so we made a full belly landing, which more or less destroyed the plane.

We're not complaining, though. Two of the 20 planes we came over with have been shot down, and we don't know if anyone survived either one.

Anyway, that's enough about the war. Give my regards to your folks and everyone else back home.

1/LT Kevin

ROFL

You Cad!!!!

Course, when those ladies get the letters, there are a lot of blacked out areas on them.

Wartime censors, you know. Can't have people talking about actual locations and actual damage.

So it probably reads a lot like:
That mission was the worst, and I sincerely wonder if it could get any worse. Our plane, *************, was ******************* on our mission to *******. Out of a ************, our *****************, our ***************** was sent home, and our ********************************* were *********. The ************** didn't work right, so we made a ******************, which more or less ************************.

I think you get the picture.

Better be sure to send the right letter to the right girl! I would hate to see what would happen if Betty got the letter intended for Lucy. Somehow, I do not think Betty would be understanding of what your plans are for those soft beds in Cambridge.

The beds aren't any softer in Cambridge. But Rain Man might have someone lined up to help cushion the mattress. (the dog)

Pushing up daisies.

Hey, I'll come and put flowers on your grave every Memorial Day, whoman. You can count on it.

You realize whoman's a dude, right?

What, you want me to put a bag of potato chips on his grave? Flowers are unisex.

He's already pushing up daisies on his own. What's he want flowers for? You should pour a can of been on his grave and then bury some porn.

Would It have to be necrophiLIa-type porn, or just the regular Kind? I rEally don't know my PORN-memorial etiquette very well.