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Tuesday, January 20th, 1943
I'm getting pre-mission jitters. I just pulled out a picture of my wife and stared at it for a while. That helped a little. I can't get my hands to stop shaking. I'm not sure if it's from fear, nerves, or the memory of the turret gun vibrating in my hands last mission. I hope the mail comes today. It would be nice to hear from home. As each day goes by and the longer I'm over here, it's harder to remember the faces of my friends and family. I hope I hear what our next mission is soon. It's the waiting that's the hardest...
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