Thurs. May 31, 1945
Dear Folks,
Nothing important happened today, except maybe that I got paid. Other than that, I took it easy, saw movies, listened to a record or two, helped carry the movie equipment to a ward, and returned the film – free truck ride. Tonite, I saw Fred Mac Murray, in a funny but could be much funnier, Fantasy, “Where Do We Go From Here.”
Boy am I burned up. Got a letter from my old McCloskey friend Charlie Waters who says that both he and Carl Rousseau (who’s leg was broken like mine) are in the AIR CORPS at Sheppard Field, Texas.
He doesn’t know how he got in, but here am I going to California!
That’s all, I have a lot to do,
Love, Bru
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