 Ken Murray's Blackouts of 1942. This was a popular Vaudeville-type of show at the El Capitan Theater on Vine St that played from 1942-49. Betty mentions going to show on Thanksgiving. Program found in Betty's files. Stand downs for the rest of November, either due to weather or for Thanksgiving Day. Betty continued with work, Thanksgiving preparations, USO, sewing, and other usual activities. After Thanksgiving dinner, she attends a show at Blackouts. She doesn't mention her November 27 birthday at all, but Ang sends birthday wishes in a letter. She mentions pasting photos in an album -- oh how I wish I knew where that album ended up! Betty must have mentioned talking to, or maybe visiting, Tom Cahill's mother. In his November 29th letter, Ang says "Its too bad Cahill’s grandmother had to get sick. I haven’t said anything to him because maybe they don’t want him to know about it." Betty notes a visit to Cahill's in her November 30th diary entry. Tom's brother, Jack Cahill, was KIA on November 21, but they don't know this yet. Thursday, November 23. [Thanksgiving.] Had a lovely day—Herm in also had 2 servicemen. Late dinner. Then to Blackouts. Good show—bed by 12:30. [Letter. Postmark 11-24-44 11/23/44 Corsica Happy Thanksgiving hon: I’m sorry I didn’t send you Thanksgiving greetings a couple of weeks ago—but you know how I am about holidays. I didn’t even think about it until yesterday when it was announced that we would only have two meals instead of three today, so the cooks would have time to prepare the big meal. And, a big meal its going to be—Turkey & trimmings—nuts—fresh fruit—apple pie & ice cream. One of the boys is going to take the ice cream up to 15-16,000 ft—to freeze—that’s one way of doing it—the only way out here. Thanks for the card you sent me, hon. The[y] also got a load of Scotch today, and it will be available after dinner. What a drunken outfit this is going to be tonight—whoopie. I don’t think I’ve had a drink since Capri—so I guess I’ll let go for today and whoop it up. After all—it is a holiday. Its holidays like this that kind of get me down for awhile—you know, kind of homesick. However, I don’t feel too badly today as yet. I guess maybe I’m becoming resigned to my fate or something. I love you darling—Love, Ang November 24. Sure on a merry-go-round today. Marian left about 3:30. To Officers Meeting in evening. Bed by 12:15. Dead. Form 5. -24, flight as bombardier, B-25J, 1:45h [standown] November 25. Got along OK today at office. Napped in P.M. To USO in evening. Bot pair black shoes. Bed 11:30. [Letter. Postmark 11-26-44.] 11/25/44 Corsica Hi Hon: Your last few letters seem to be filled with checking account woes—and I’m afraid its mostly my fault. I meant to send you the Sept statement that they sent me—and forgot to do it. However I did tell you that I got it—the last receipt for 500. and gave you the balance for that month—maybe you didn’t get that letter. Anyway, I’m sending the whole thing to you in a separate letter. The balance as of Sept 23 was $2,127.46. Since that time I wrote a check for two hundred and the one to the U. of I.—both of which you said were included in your last statement. Since then I have written a check for $300—and that is the total of my activities. So, that should leave the balance at around $1,600.00—plus or minus your withdrawls & deposits. I hope that helps you a little. I’m sorry that I got you and the bank all screwed up. All I asked for was a statement of total after the deposit of the last 500.00—and they sent me the regular monthly statement. I’ll never ask them for anything again. By the way, the major said we might make the trip to Athens one of these days—so its on again. I went to the post office and had M.O. made out to myself. That way I can keep the money with me, and in case he makes up his mind in a rush—all I have to do is go to the P.O. and cash them. If I never go—I’ll just endorse them and send them to the bank. I wish he would make up his mind. What a thanksgiving we had—it was just about as perfect as it could be considering where we were celebrating it. As I told you, we had dug up several bottles of American whiskey (at 20.00 a bottle) and we all started drinking after dinner. Everybody, and I mean everybody, became pleasantly stewed. There were very few that overdid it—most of us were just in a pleasant mood—you know what I mean. We dug up a squeeze box—and had a jam session & community sing until the late hours. Its wonderful how much enjoyment a bunch of men can get out of a simple evening like that. First there are several popular songs to mellow everybody up—then somebody sings a dirty song or two to liven things up—then a drink or two & start all over again. I certainly did enjoy myself—even joined in on the singing after a few drinks. I love you darling—Love Ang November 26. To 12:00 Mass. Peg & I wrapped Xmas packages & pasted photo album. Some sewing in evening. Bed 11:00. November 27. Worked like a demon today—shopped at noon & also after work. Sewed on green dress in evening. To bed by 11:30. [Letter. Postmark 11-28-44.] 11/27/44 Corsica Happy Birthday, Darling: Darn it, all these holidays coming at one time—are going to have me in tears. I’ve been laying around most of the day thinking about your birthday—remembering past ones and what we did on them. I had one of my few dreams last night—one of the few that I remember. I was on my way to pick you up to take you to see Barrymore in a play. All of a sudden—the roads were blocked with thousands of Germans and they wouldn’t let me thru. I got mad and so they started shooting at me. I ran around the corner and found me a well equipped American Army [don’t ask me where they came from—they were just there.) I ordered them forward and we had a terrific battle—it really was a beaut. At any rate—bloody (I was wounded 14 time) but triumphant I fought my way to your house and took you to the theatre. I remember you had a hat with about a dozen big plumes on it—but for some reason I didn’t mind. Then we went to the College Inn—and guess who was M.C.—Bob Hope—and Joe Sanders’ orchestra. Then we went to your house and sat on the stairs. At any rate—happy birthday sweetheart—I love you something terrific today—even more than usual. I never thought I was very sentimental—but on days like this I guess I’m just a blubbering little baby crying for his wifey. I love you honey—Love, Ang. November 28. Well, got through another day. Worked awhile after hours. Then to Officers Wives dinner. Nice time—home early. 11:30. November 29. Another busy day. Got our checks. Mr S for dinner. Peg & I to movies. Form 5. -29, flight as bombardier, B-25J, 1:15h [There's a crew sheet dated November 29, but according to the diary, "Stand-down called after crews had arrived at briefing.] [Letter. Postmark 12-1-44.] 11-29-44 Corsica Hi Hon: Its too bad Cahill’s grandmother had to get sick. I haven’t said anything to him because maybe they don’t want him to know about it. Tch, tch—what a wife I have—sending me a bunch of blank checks—you should know better than that. Anyway, you were paid a nice compliment because of it. I was at dinner when I opened the letter and pulled the checks out. One of the boys stared at them and said “What a wife you’ve got—that’s the kind of woman I want to marry.” I must say, your faith in me is very touching—and I love you for it. I’ve found out the approximate location of Buds outfit—so one of these days I’ll head over and see him again. There still isn’t any new poop on a trip to Athens—but I’ll get there one of these days. I am serving as a navigator now—I’m sorry, I thought that I told you. I certainly do confuse you, don’t I? I don’t mean to, but it is kind of hard to word a letter so its covered by censorship rules. The mail situation is getting all messed up again—so I guess it is all over because of the Christmas mail. I wish my textbooks would get here, so I could start on the courses and have something to do. I’m getting into such a rut for want of something to do. I’ve read just about everything in camp—and I’ve already made out my Christmas cards—that proves something. I love you darling—Love, Ang November 30. Warmish today. Sent Johnny’s birthday package. To Cahills and had a very nice evening. Bed about 12:30.  Hard to ID these planes, but this gives a sense as to why they called stand downs during bad weather. It wasn't just the clouds over targets. Imagine taking off or landing in the mud.
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The orders and official citation for Ang's Distinguished Flying Cross Award have the date as November 22, 1944 but on the order Ang wrote that it should be 11/18 which is the date of his mission to Novaska (or Novska) Yugoslavia. His mission on November 22 was to Faenza. I don't have an explanation of this discrepancy except that I've learned that "100% Accuracy" in the Army seems to be more of a goal than a reality. In any case, Ang wrote "DFC" on his log book page for 11/18; the order and citation say it was for a mission to Novska; and the Group and Squadron diaries mention a mission to Novska on the 18th. And so, I'm posting all this material here. He finally received the medal in January 1945. He doesn't mention the mission in his 11/18 letter. It may have been written before the mission flew. Note that this is another letter that was not received by Betty until January.
Saturday, November 18. Off today—downtown with Peg. To USO in P.M. for Wives Club. Then hostess duties. Home by 9:00. Wrote Ang & to bed. Form 5. -18, flight as bombardier, B-25J, 4:40h [FROM ANG'S FLIGHT LOG. MISSION #48.] 48. Nov. 18. Novska, Yugo R.R. Bridge. No flak [R.E. Jardine, W.E. Barnard]
 Last page of 11/18 letter, showing stamp; with envelope. [Letter. Postmark 11/20, “1-22-45 OK” written on envelope and stationary stamped Jan 8 1945] 11/18/44 Hi Hon: Well, the trip is off for awhile. This damn on again-off again of the army gets me down. Oh well, there isn’t much I can do about it. I am going though—sometime. I guess I’ll go down to the post office and send the money back to the bank. I sure am giving them a terrific amount of business lately, but there is no sense in my carrying all that money if I don’t go for a month or so. I don’t know if I told you—but Arne is back on flying again—has to fly more missions. It sure gets me mad—but such is war and the army—and he might still make it home for Christmas yet. As I’ve told you, I’ve got a lot of lessons on the correspondence courses, but I still haven’t got the text books so I can’t do very much. I wish they’d get here—I’m anxious to start. I haven’t taken any pictures with the film you sent me as yet—but I think I’ll get started this afternoon. There is no sense in it just laying around. I wonder how many rolls uncle George sent me? In case you need another request—Please send me some film—size V-127 or Kodacolor C-127. Does that sound official enough? It looks like I’ll definitely be home for my birthday now—so you can plan accordingly. I love you—Love, Ang November 19. To Mass at 12:00. Read papers - then to movies. Bot Bar Be Que home for dinner. Wrote letters in evening. November 20. Mr Latimer back—worked hard all day. Another package from Rome. Addressed cards & wrote letters. Bed 11:00. Form 5. -20, flight as bombardier, B-25J, 2:00h [Squadron diary indicates no mission this day. "A dreary day, no mission." In his letter, Ang writes that he flew on this day and got lost, so it's likely it was a practice mission.] [Letter. Postmark 11-22-44.] 11/20/44 Corsica Hi Hon: I got your letter of Nov. 2—and all I’ve got to say is “Et tu Brutus.” Imagine—agreeing with the doctors. I suppose you know that every week I spend on rest—I loose a couple of missions and have to stay over here so much longer. Oh well, as you say, I guess the doctors know what they are doing. I got a kick out of Margies letter and your comments about it. I guess maybe we did hold them back all last year. I guess that’s the only way to get ahead in this army, and that’s why I wouldn’t want to stay in it—not being able to do it, I mean. My face is still burning—I got lost on a routine flight today. Being a little cocksure—I threw my maps aside and when we came out of a bank of clouds—there I was (or wasn’t). As I said—is my face red. Don’t worry, hon, I’m far from being careless on a mission—this was far behind the front lines. Even so, I don’t think I’ll ever live it down. I also got your latest snapshot—mailed I think, on the ninth. You do look kind of awkward—but even so, still good enough to eat. Darn it, hon, I sure get a terrific kick out of every new snapshot you send—but they also give me a few bad hours. Keep on sending them hon. I got a couple of boxes of Christmas cards today—so I’ll send them out to everybody. You send yours too, but I thought a few of them would like to get one from this side of the water. I love you darling—Love, Ang November 21. Ordinary day - worked steadily. Shopped after work. Had light supper. Worked on bk statement - ugh. To bed by 11:30. Form 5. -21, flight as bombardier, B-25J, 3:50h [We have a crew sheet dated 11-21-44, but the diaries indicate no missions. The crew sheet shows Ang as Navigator on 6X. It's likely these are the crews that flew on the 22nd -- the pilot and bombardier names match Ang's 11/22 log. I don't have a crew sheet dated the 22nd, but the diaries show all of the 340th squadrons flew on the 22nd. See below] November 22. Worked like mad today. Home from work. Just snack supper. Worked on dinner for tomorrow. Bed 11:45. Form 5. -22, flight as bombardier, B-25J, 2:25h [Note that the DFC citation gives the date as Ang's November 22 mission, but should be the November 18 mission to Yugoslavia.] [FROM ANG'S FLIGHT LOG. MISSION #49.] 49. Nov. 22 Faenza Troop Concentrations. Frags. Heavy, Moderate, Accurate---- 2 ships holed [D.V. Wheeler, F.B. Sedach] [From the 340th diary: "Faenza defense area number two was thoroughly carpeted with fragmentation bombs by the 340th today, and personnel and stores there were undoubtedly hard hit."]
 The Distinguished Flying Cross Citation. The date and description of the mission may not be 100% accurate, but the description of Lt. Adams is accurate. "His outstanding proficiency and steadfast devotion to duty have reflected great credit upon himself and the Armed Forces of the United States."
During this middle part of November 1944, Ang writes again to Betty about his hopes for making a trip to see his grandmother in Greece. He doesn't talk much about the weather, but we know from the 340th BG histories that there were many stand downs during November. Sometimes planes would take off for a mission and have to return due to weather. Sometimes they wouldn't even get off the ground. I believe this explains the flights listed on Ang's Form 5 that are not recorded in his personal log book. In his letters, Ang tells Betty he received his lessons from the University but no books; and discusses his hoped for visit to Greece; receipt of the infamous "Five Generation" picture (see my 8/2/2016 post, "Five Generations: A Moment in Time."); a Christmas package Betty sent that included a wreath they hung at their window. Betty continues working, helping out at the USO, attending Wives Club meetings and talks about luggage and storage. I'm not sure what that's about other than perhaps trying to make room in a cramped apartment. Friday, November 10. It surely did rain today - golly. To USO to have pass made. Lost a whole evening. Read for while. Bed 12:00  Ang's November 10, 1944 letter that wasn't received until February 1945. Betty must have been amazed to read the line, "Did I tell you that the mail is really coming thru on time again. Seven-eight days--praise the lord." [Letter. Postmark 11-11. “OK 2-16-45, written in ink on the outside of this envelope. The letter was stamped Feb 3 1945, Los Angeles] 11/10/44 Corsica Hi Hon: Did I tell you that I finally got the camera—it sure is about time. I also got the two boxes of cookies and the whole camp wants to thank you. Say, if you made them, you not only are improving, but you are already an expert. I don’t know what to do with the colored film. I guess I’ll save it until I get ready to come home and bring it with me. If you can get anymore of it, I sure can get some beautiful shots with it. I guess I might as well make it a formal request—send me some film. I also got my first lessons from the Univ. However, I haven’t received my textbooks yet, so I can’t get started. I hope they get here soon, because I sure would like to get going. Did I tell you that the mail is really coming thru on time again. Seven-eight days—praise the lord. Yes, we do have the tent pretty well winterized now—its pretty comfortable. It’s a good thing too, because winter is sure coming along. I don’t guess it really ever gets cold (not like Chicago) but just enough to be uncomfortable. I’ve gotten a couple of pair of “winters” from Q.M.—so I’m all fixed up. Say, hon, on your Xmas list—don’t forget my Godson and my Godparents. Sorry to add to your troubles, but I can’t very well forget them. I’ll bet you do have your troubles with that list. I don’t know what to do with all the baby’s—as usual—I’ll have to leave it up to you—Sorry! I love you darling—Love, Ang November 11. Sewed all A.M. and odds & ends. Cleaned up & out to U.S.O. Rained all evening. Folks picked me up—thank goodness. Early.  Flight log. Mission #46. November 11, 1944. Form 5. -11, flight as bombardier, B-25J, 3:40h [Crew sheet under "Official Documents" tab. Photo from Ang's scrapbook below.] [FROM ANG'S FLIGHT LOG. MISSION #46] 46. Nov. 11. Piazzola R.R. Bridge. Heavy, scant & inaccurate. Span down. [J.D. Smith, Capt D.J. Satterthwaite, F.J. Gowiski]  From Ang's scrapbook. "46" written on back. Mission 46. [Letter, postmark 11-13-44] 11-11-44 Corsica Hello Honey: Just as I finished writing the date, it struck me that today was Armistace day—ha, what a joke. If you could only know what we did today. I guess that’s a dirty trick, knowing what your curiosity is like, but everything can be blamed on the censor. By the way, this letter is being written on the very nice writing folder you sent me, and I don’t believe that I thanked you for it. Thanks a lot, hon, it really comes in handy. It a relief to have something to keep all my writing materials in so I won’t have to hunt all over when I want to write a letter. The picture you enclosed—its still one of my favorites. I finally went to see another movie last night—“Bride by Mistake” or something like that. Its really very good, or else my sense of judgement has gone from bad to worse, because I sure got a kick out of it. I was sitting around with some of the boys that have been back to the states, and they were talking about the social errors they made. For instance “Pass that _____ butter” etc. Some of them were really funny. I bet I’m going to have a heck of a time for awhile when I get back. Over here, practically every third word is a cuss word. However, I know quite a few in Italian now, so maybe I can use those and it won’t be so bad. Still no deal on an Athens trip—but I’m still trying. So you’re going to see “Winged Victory”. All I’ve heard about it is good—mostly raving—so I’m sure you’ll like it. If its still around maybe I’ll take you to see it again—anyway, the picture. I love you darling—Love, Ang November 12. Up about 8:30—to 10:30 Mass. Herm in about noon and stayed all day. Nothing accomplished. To bed about 12:00. [Letter, postmark 11-15-44] 11/12/44 Corsica Hi Hon: Well, it looks like my Athens trip is in the bag—I’ve finally got the major interested in it and he’s quite an operator. It seems that the Greek girls he knew in Cairo were really hot stuff—so all I had to do was to assure him that Athens was chock full of them. I guess I’ll have to cash another check before I go though. If they are as bad off as the newspapers report them over there—I’d better go really loaded down. I plan on buying most of the stuff from Q.M.—such as several pair of long winter underwear for my uncle and cousins—a bunch of stockings etc—and maybe a couple of heavy jackets—the fur kind. I hope to stop in Naples and Rome and get something for my grandmother and aunt—maybe a couple of dresses—stockings—and several yards of material of some kind. I suppose it sounds kind of silly preparing to go loaded down like that—but from all I hear they need it bad. I’ve talked to several officers that have been there—and they say even the richest people are in rags. They say that they haven’t been able to buy a stich of clothing since the Germans took over. I guess all that stuff will cost quite a bit—but what the heck—we can call it our yearly good deed. I sure wish I knew what their sizes were—I could take them some shoes. However, I’m not on my way yet—so I’m not getting excited until I am. You know the army. Its going to feel kind of funny walking in on them—I hope I can remember enough greek to carry on. I wonder what they’re like—after all I don’t know much about them—for that matter, I don’t even know if they are all still alive. I hope they are not like most of these foreigners I’ve seen over here. What if my little cousin comes running yelling “cigarette, Johnny” or “Wanna woman, Johnny?”. By God, I think I’d shoot the little jerk. Oh well, there is no sense in working my imagination overtime—is there? I’m glad you like the pictures I had taken at Capri—that’s in answer to where I took them. Yes that is my dog tags—its more comfortable than around my neck. It’s the new style, over here. Thanks for the address book. Do you remember the article you sent me about the Chicago boy that came home from the wars? Well, just change the name and it will be my story when I come home—the no. of missions—the decorations—everything except the 21 days leave instead of 10. I love you darling—Love, Ang November 13. Mr. Latimer out of town - all week. Marian had car and drove me home. Wrote letters & bed by 11:30 November 14. Rainy again today, but cleared up. Marian picked up my luggage this evening. Peg & I to movies. And bed very late. [Letter, postmark 11-15-44.] 11-14-44 Corsica Hi Hon: I got your letter of the 31st today—with the picture of the five generations. So it's gone nationwide now, has it! Boy, the family is sure going up in the world. If I’d know it was going to get all that publicity, maybe I’d have gone to work and beat Peg and Joe to it—ha! Every time I look at that picture, I get a greater urge to see Donny. He sure is cute and I bet he and I are really going to get along. I’m sorry if I didn’t tell you about the check to the U. of I—I thought I had. By the way, I cashed a check for 300 bucks today, Wheeler cashed it for me—and its made out to Mrs. D. V. Wheeler. I know it’s a hell of a lot of money—and maybe I’m just getting excited for nothing—I hope I am. But they may really need a lot of help the way I hear it. If I have to spend all of it, I’ll mention it to Dad and Uncle George and maybe they’ll reimburse me for part of it. Jen wrote and said that they had received all the presents that I had sent from Rome—and she sure was plenty excited over the silk stockings. I guess they were all satisfied. They also got your grandmothers package and she was taking it over to her. I love you darling—Love, Ang  Five generations of Betty's family. May 1944. November 15. Nothing much doing today. Did some shopping after work. Washed head and wrote Ang in evening. Bed 11:30 Form 5. -15, flight as bombardier, B-25J, :30h [340th and 486th diaries report stand down on the 15th.] November 16. Shopped some more but didn’t accomplish anything. Mr. S’s birthday tom - had a cake. Wrote letters. Bed 11:30 Form 5. -16, flight as bombardier, B-25J, 2:40h [FROM ANG'S FLIGHT LOG. MISSION #47.] 47. Nov. 16. Faenza R.R. Bridge Heavy, intense & inaccuarate. Two ships holed. Span out of bridge. Jardine, Barnard [crew sheet under Official Documents tab.]  Flight log. Mission #47. November 16, 1944. [Letter. Postmark 11-18-44.]
11-16-44 Corsica Hi Hon: I got your Christmas package today—and because of it, our “home” is the most talked about in camp. We are the only ones who have a Xmas wreath hanging from our window. I might donate it to the officers mess a little later on, but for the moment I sort of enjoy the sensation our shack causes. Ha, just wait until the colonel pulls an inspection one of these days—we’ll probably get another cluster to the Air medal. I also appreciate the “Boy Scout” knife—it’s a beauty and a good knife comes in mighty handy over here. I noticed, though, the absence of such little things as lipsticks—etc. it’s a hell of a note when a mans wife won’t even send him a few seducing “tools”—ha! I know you—you want Bud to have all the fun. Thanks for everything, hon. By the way, we had no place for the little Xmas trees, so they decorate the top of the stove when its not in use. I haven’t mentioned the election in my letters, but not because I wasn’t interested. We just slobbered over every bit of news we could get. Remind me to tell you where I was when I got the first flash that Roosevelt was elected. I did tell you that I sent my ballot in, didn’t I? No, dear, you are not boring me with Donny’s going-ons—I get such a kick out [of] it—I really do! its almost as good as playing with him myself—with none of the “dangers” usually attached to such play. Believe me, not a single sentence of your letters bore me—not even on subjects that would have me tearing my hair out in the states. You would never believe the enjoyment we get from letters—especially the pleasure I get out of your letters. Enough of that stuff—you know what I mean. I love you darling—Love, Ang November 17. Worked pretty hard today and sure was tired. In traffic jam which made things worse. Officers Wives Club meeting.  From Ang's scrapbook. In his 11/1/44 letter, he mentions nose art on planes. This is Devil's Helper of the 486th Bomb Squadron. 100% accuracy refers to the 340th Bomb Group claim to bombing accuracy. It does not refer to the accuracy of mail delivery between Corsica and Los Angeles! Two of Ang's November letters were finally delivered in late January and February, 1945! He mentions that the incoming mail service was good, but later it’s slowed down again, and it stays that way through the holidays. Note that in previous months, the AAF Form 5 (Individual Flight Record. See them under the Official Documents tab.) listed flights with the date preceded by C (for Combat) or T (for training) but starting in November they only list the date. (So my notation for the November 6 mission is now Form 5. - 6 instead of Form 5. C-6) Also, there are more flights on the November Form 5 than Ang lists in his flight log. We can assume the "extra" ones were Administrative/Practice/Training Flights or scheduled flights that got cancelled or aborted after takeoff. On the other hand, he mentions a practice mission on November 1 which is not listed on his Form 5. Finally, the Form 5 lists him as Bombardier on his November flights, but the crew sheet copies I have from the 57th Bomb Wing, list him as Navigator. He tells Betty he's flying as Navigator in his 11/29 letter. Ang begins to mention his efforts to go to Greece to see his grandmother. I'm not sure which one he's referring to because both were still living. This plan never comes together. He seems to know how bad things were in Greece, but we now know it was much worse than he imagined, which is probably why they didn't let him go. It's a sad postscript to his war story. He finally made it back to Greece in the 1980's. Betty is busy helping her sister, Peg, with her son Donny. As usual, she's busy with work, and now has added the U.S.O and Officer’s Wives Club activities. Wednesday November. 1. To Mass this AM. My cold has developed a hacking cough! To movies in evening with Peg. Mr. S for dinner. Ang snaps from Capri. [Letter. Postmark, 11-4-44] 11-1-44 Corsica Hello Hon: I’m enclosing a few of the pictures I told you about. The censor said most of them were O.K. The three fellows are the enlisted men of our original crew. The other three are some of the “cute” pictures the boys paint on their ships. I’ve got about a dozen more—but I’ll send them in small bunches so we’ll be sure to have some of them. Be sure and save them all for me—I’ve got ideas about my den. Arne is still around sweating out his orders to go home. I sure hope he gets them in time to get home for Christmas. In case you are wondering which ship is mine in the pictures—they all are—I mean I ride them all. I know this is short honey, but I’ve got to go up on a practice mission. Maybe the pictures will make up for it. I love you darling—Love, Ang November 2. Overslept—and had everything go wrong this A.M. Another busy day at office. Wrote letters in evening—bed by 11:30. November 3. Very busy day at office. Sure am getting tired. Tried to write letters but not much accomplished. Bed late. [Letter, postmark 11-5-44] 11-3-44 Corsica Hello Darling: Just got your letter in answer to mine about Capri. When I stop to think about it, I guess I was a little gushy or something—but that’s the mood the place gave me. I thought that article you sent me was kind of cute—but as far as the Wacs are concerned—there weren’t any. If there were, the enlisted men sure kept them well hidden from the officers. Not that I blame them. As far as describing the blouse—you should know me better than that. However, I’ll give it a try. Its very light pink of material that shows thru (tch, tch)—short sleeves and beautiful designs (flowers) woven in all over. I thought it was very pretty. As far as getting table linens go—they really are wonderful over here, but the ones I like have prices way over a 1st Lts. pay. There was one set—completely hand made for $260. I believe it was well worth it, but - - -. Prices are swollen to the sky over here—and if you want anything really special you have to deal with the black market. For instance she would have gladly trade me the set for 50 lbs of sugar—but woe is me if I were caught. It just isn’t worth it. Its too bad I have a conscience because I sure could get rich over here. We can easily get 10 dollars a carton for cigarettes—but as I said - - -. I got a letter from Bud and it seems that he too visited Rome just about the time I did. Oh well, I’ll get to see him again one of these days. I love you darling—Love, Ang November 4. Helped Peg with laundry—downtown then to Servicemen Wives Club. Hostessed at U.S.O. in evening. Herm in L.B. November 5. Rainy all day & had storm in P.M. Loomis up in P.M. Sewed a little in evening. Washed head & laundry. Bed late. [Letter. Postmark 11-7-44] 11/5/44 Corsica Hello Hon: Excuse the pencil—out of ink. The enclosed picture is one that was sent to the Chicago papers just lately by the public relations office. I got a copy to send you just in case (as is probable) it won’t be put in the paper. You will notice the little article on the bottom—we’re not conceited—at least not very much. I figured the picture would let you know what a hot-rock your husband is—even if the rest of the world remains ignorant of the facts—ha! Anyway, it will give you an idea of the stuff that is being sent to the newspapers back home. As I’ve told you, the colonel is determined to let the whole world know that he has the “Best Damn Group There Is.” Just the other day we got another letter from Gen. Eakers giving us some more praise—and we were also put in for another Presidential Citation—and (so rumor has it) the French are going to award us the Croix De Guire (I guess that’s the way its spelled). So, there is just no holding the Colonel down. As far as your own hubby goes—he’s doing O.K. too. I guess I’ll have an Air Medal & 6-7 clusters and probably a D.F.C. before I come home—although at present I own nothing—everything is in channels or somewhere. I haven’t gotten any mail for the last two days—so not very many comments. I will write to Gail one of these days though. I love you hon—Love, Ang  This is probably the "article" and photo Ang mentions in his letter. "AT A 12TH AIR FORCE BASE: 1st Lt Angelo Adams Bombardier with a B-25 Mitchell Medium Bomber Group in the Mediterranean Theatre helped make bombing history when his Group piled up a record of 100% target hits in a full month of operations. Lt Adams’ home is at 1911 N. Francisco st., Chicago Ill."  Flight log. Mission #44. November 6, 1944. November 6. Clear but cool—at least no rain. Left work early and out to O’Briens. Herm there. Home at 12:00. Donny was an angel. Form 5. -6, flight as bombardier, B-25J, 3:45h [Crew sheet under Official Documents.] [FROM ANG'S FLIGHT LOG. MISSION #44.] 44. Nov. 6. Padua RR Bridge. Inaccurate flak. Bridge destroyed. [Led group. Capt. G.B. Thabault. Dozier. Capt V. Meyers] Form 5. -7, flight as bombardier, B-25J, 1:50h November 7. Home today. Up about 10:00. Took care of Donny. Did some sewing in P.M. Wrote letters in evening. Listened to radio. Bed 11:30. [Letter, must be misdated, postmark 11-9] 10/7/44 Corsica Hi Hon: I’ve just finished writing a letter to Gail—and I sure had a heck of a time trying to decide what to write to her. I finally got it finished—I know you’ll be glad to hear. This must be one of my writing days—because I’ve also written to the folks and probably will get a couple more off. I got your letter of the 30 Oct (fast service again, did I tell you) and found out about your cold. You know what my favorite cure is, but since I can’t give it to you, you’d better use orange juice. Now, don’t give me any trouble—just do as you’re told. I certainly was happy to hear about Frankie—it certainly is about time. I only hope he’s still there when I get home—I sure would like to see him. Yes, I did get Pegs letter—and I’m a dirty dog for not answering it. However, I will. I’m glad you got the package from Rome. The stamp on the back of the rosaries is of one [of] the biggest catacombs where I bought them. I hope it doesn’t take away the effect of them (the stamp, I mean). It shouldn’t because all the catacombs are considered holy by the church and are conducted by the church. This particular one is the one where the bones of Peter or Paul (I forget which) are supposed to be. I suppose the rosaries would have been better plain, but I just hadn’t thought of it. I certainly am sorry. If I hadn’t told you, I’m planning on making a trip to see my grandmother one of these days. However its just about impossible right now so its still just a plan. I’m afraid this is about all I can do now hon. I love you very much—Love, Ang  November 8. Sure was pooped today when I got home—for no reason either. Peg & I to movies and bed by 12:00. Tired too. FORM 5. -8, flight as bombardier, B-25J, 3:50h [Crew sheet under Official Documents.] [FROM ANG'S FLIGHT LOG. MISSION #45.] #45. Nov. 8. Casarsa RR Bridge. No flak. Bridge down. [Led group. Capt. G.B. Thabault. Lt. Col. Ruebel, Capt. V. Meyers]  From Ang's scrapbook. "45" written on back. November 9. Worked hard today - arranged about storage and packed things in evening. Home from Rowena’s about 9:00. Typed cards. Late.
Form 5. -9, flight as bombardier, B-25J, 1:00h [According to the squadron diary, missions were scheduled and one took off but was aborted due to clouds over target.]  Front of envelope for October 20 letter. Ang is back on Corsica, for what it's worth in terms of flying enough missions so he can go home. He flies his 43rd mission on the 20th and "training flights" on the 28 and 29th. There are "stand downs" from the 22nd through the 30th. Betty attends Officers Wives meeting and dinners, receives one letter from Capri, the box of gifts from Rome, is busy working but her letters that arrived while Ang was at rest camp must have been expressing many concerns because he spends alot of time trying to reassure her about his health and well-being. He mentions that Betty's mother has been staying at a hotel, which Betty has not mentioned. I assume that was due to the crowded conditions in the apartment before they "got" another apartment in the building. Ang introduces her to his friend Tom Cahill, whose mother lives in the Los Angeles area and encourages Betty to go visit her. She does visit and then in 2015, I met Tom's niece Michelle! More on Ang and Tom later. I've noted missions they flew together on the Crew Sheets under the Official Documents tab.  Flight log. Mission #43. October 20, 1944. October 20. Very damp this A.M. Another strenuous day. To Officers Wives Club in evening. Nice time—bed by 12:30. Form 5. C-20, Combat flight as navigator, B-25J, 2:45h [Crew sheet under Official Documents tab.] [FROM ANG'S FLIGHT LOG. MISSION #43.] 43. 10-20 Canneto RR Bridge. No flak. Hit bridge. Led Group. Capt D.L. Glade Dozier Woolcott [The 340th BG flew 4 missions this date. Ang's 486th BS flew this one. The 340th diary recorded: "For a record breaking day the formations participating scored 100% for bombing accuracy and bombing efficiency."]  From Ang's scrapbook. Left photo is very dark & not labeled. You might be able to see planes at lower center. Photo on right is labeled on back: "43".  This is the back of the envelope for this 10-20-44 letter. Front of envelope is at top of post. [Letter, postmark, 10-22, stamped “Passed by Base Army Examiner” and taped closed on the side with tape “OPENED BY U.S. ARMY EXAMINER.”] 10/20/44 Corsica Hi Hon: Well, here I am back at the old stand. One nice thing about coming back here—the mail situation. There were millions of letters—well, at least a dozen. It still hasn’t straightened out yet—the mail, I mean. Some of the letters were from the beginning of last month—and a few from this month. However they are coming in a hurry once again, thank goodness. One of your letters was dated October. 11. Talking about that particular letter—I am enclosing the last paragraph you wrote to me. Tch, tch- honey you should read your letters over—that part sounds awful. However, as I’ve said, all your mail hasn’t caught up yet and perhaps that is why I don’t know why you only have one “redeeming thing in your favor.” Tch, tch! I packed up all the presents today and will send them off tomorrow. Just to get them straight. The blouse—the picture frame and the pictures (two that I had taken on Capri)—the portrait (made in Rome) are yours. The round pin (The man said it was silver, but since he couldn’t talk well, probably meant silver plated—but we’re lucky if its actually tin—but, according to price, should be solid god—oh well, its nice looking anyway) is for your mother. The sandals, the tam, and the little pin (it’s a couple of dogs—and boys shouldn’t wear pins, but I’ve got it and I had to send it to somebody—maybe Peg can wear it) is for Donny. I bought a pin for Peg—but I can’t find the damn thing. Don’t say anything to her, and if I can’t find it, I’ll get one for her the next trip I make someplace. There are also a couple of stones from Tiberius’s castle (from the floor) for our private museum. I guess that’s all, but be careful what you throw away—I’ve got odds and ends all over the box. I love you my darling—Love, Ang October 21. Up about 9:00. Did some laundry & odds and ends in apt. Saw “Winged Victory” -- very good. Read all evening. 1:00 October 22. To 10:30 Mass. Sewed in afternoon. Had late dinner and wrote letters in evening. [Letter, postmark 10-23-44] 10/22/44 Corsica Hi Darling: I’ve been going thru your letters trying to find something to write about—and so I guess this letter is mostly going to be answering questions. First of all—please don’t worry so much about me. I’m not really in such bad shape—and I’m sorry if I’ve given you that impressions. When I’m down in the dumps and let you know about it, I guess I just don’t realize how bad it sounds to you. Really, honey, I’m really pretty well off over here—and its not half as bad as some people think. I’m about as contented as a person in my position can be. What I really miss is you. If I could only have you near me—or if I was in a position to see you once in a while—I would gladly sweat out the war right where I am. As far as army life goes—we have the best little set-up in the world here. There is very little “C.S.”—and everybody from the Major on down is informal as hell. I have finally found a place where a Bombardier or Navigator is as, if not more, important than a pilot. With the exception of missions, no one cares what we do (hardly)—we wear what we want (no neckties—even in Rome—not even to see the Pope)—the shack is pretty nice and the food is good. Now, knowing me, do you think I could be anything but satisfied with a situation like that. so, please, when I start bitching to you—don’t take me so seriously. I’m no worse off than when I was away at school or at Santa Ana. Believe me, there is only one thing that puts me down in the dumps—and that’s the fact that I miss you so darn much—but I always get over it—at least for awhile. Now to the questions. Yes Bob Merkel is the one you are thinking about. I won’t feel badly about Arne going home—in fact I’m as glad as I can be for him. It must be hell to have an unseen son. I think it would be nice for you to help at the Service Club. Please don’t send the Kleenex—my cold is completely gone. The only mail I’m getting regularly is Time—but it may be because of the screwed up mail situation. I didn’t know you hadn’t seen the snap of you and Donny—in fact I thought you were the one who sent me one of them—Oh well! Its too bad your Mother has to stay at the hotel—but I guess it does give her more rest. Remind me to thank her for watching over my interest—going to the hotel instead of you. Tch, tch. As far as my dreams “way over here”—I’ll keep them until I see you—they are not to much different. I really don’t think that I have changed much. I suppose whatever growing up was needed has happened—but nothing drastic. Don’t take too much stock in these “expert” magazine writers. Very few of us have turned in to “killers” at heart—we haven’t become the hardened characters they have painted us—and we haven’t lost our little dreams or forgotten the decencies of life. Don’t worry I won’t get “discouraged and morose.” And combat is not the “awful strain” its cracked up to be—its just to our advantage to let everyone, especially the Squadron doctors, think so—then we can get home sooner—ha! The stove was made of 5 gallon [the word “gas” was scribbled out here] can—and it has very few “limitations” (the can I mean)—believe me! I love you darling—Love, Ang P.S. I took the pictures out of the box and am sending them in this letter—you’ll get them faster. October 23. Had a wonderful letter from Ang today. He’s at Capri for a week. To movies in evening. Mr S for dinner. 12:00. October 24. Cloudy today & rainy in evening. Very busy at office. Mr. L. out of town. Read papers in evening & some typing. 11:00 [Letter, postmark 10-25-44.] 10/24/44 Corsica Hi Hon: Before I forget, please send me a list of address of all my correspondents. I’ve lost my little book, and I sure am in a hell of a shape. Also a list of dates—birthdays etc. Woe is me, I sure do get in the darnest predicaments. That fellow Wheeler I told you might call on you just got back here—full of excuses why he didn’t see you. He came to the house and you weren’t home—etc. Oh well—some people are like that. I don’t have to much to write about today, so I’m going to fill in space with a cute little poem I read in a magazine. Its something on the order of the ones Peg used to recite—I’m sure she’ll like this one-- Wabbits are a funny wace, The way they act is a disgwace. You’d be surprised if you but knew The awful things that wabbits do-- And often, too. Cute, isn’t it? We haven’t had any mail for a few days—the mail situation is sure in a mess. I haven’t even heard from Bud in a long time. Such is life. I know this is a rotten letter darling—but I’m just completely out of anything to write about. I’m sorry. I do love you very dearly, sweetheart—Love, Ang October 25. Rather warm today—very uncomfortable. Another busy day at office - sure am tired. Wrote letters & did laundry. October. 26. Dashed home from work and down to Rowena’s. Ang’s things arrived from Rome. Wonderful. Bed late. [Letter, postmark 10-26-44] 10/26/44 Corsica Hello Hon: Well, I’ve just finished writing three letters—Schrickers, Falls, & Kay. Theirs are the only letters I have with return addresses. In case someone bitches about my writing—please explain the circumstance. I sure get in the darnest messes. Oh yes, I also have Wally’s address—so I’ll drop him a line. The weather is typical Chicago weather—you know the kind that makes you want to tear your hair out by the roots and scream. Oh well, the sack feels all the better for it. Your mail is coming thru in 9-10 days again—glory be. However a lot of the back mail hasn’t reached here yet. for example, I have no acknowledgment that you know about the money I sent in. Just in case I’ll mention it once more—1900.00 bucks in two months. Since then I’ve written a check for two hundred—and I’ll have to write another for 100 to pay off some debts. I guess that’s got it straight. I’m sorry honey, I just can’t get a decent letter off in weather like this—I just can’t think of anything except that I love you very, very much—Love, Ang October 27. Very warm today. Everyone thrilled with things from Rome. No mail! Wasted evening. Mrs Lewis in. October 28. Alone in office today & very busy. Did some shopping - sure tired. Mr S for dinner. Peg & I home alone in evening. Bed 11:00 Form 5. T-28, Training flight as navigator, B-25J, 2:00h [As noted, there were stand downs for weather at the end of October. But if the weather on Corsica allowed, they flew practice or training missions.] [Letter, postmark 10-29-44] 10/28/44 Corsica Hi Hon: Before I forget, and I have been forgetting for over a week, I want to give you an address and phone no. in L.A. Mrs. Mary W. Cahill 2949 ½ Van Buren Pl. Telephone Parkway 4294 That’s the mother of one of my buddies over here—and I thought you might like to get in touch with her. If she and his sister are as nice as he is—you should like them very much. He is a bombardier—a lead bombardier—and we’ve flown together a few times. We were together at Capri too. When he found out that you were in L.A. he insisted that I ask you to call his home and go over and see them when you can. He says the “J” car will take you within a block of the house—just get off at Van Buren Pl. you might enjoy a visit with them—cry on each other shoulders or something—and maybe they can show you a few things about L.A. His name is Tom—she calls him Tommy. He’ll write to her about you. I hope you get along—because he’s really a swell kid. One of my original enlisted men—Slocum, the radio man had a bunch of pictures developed and gave me a batch of them—and they are really beauties. However they all have planes for backgrounds and I don’t know how many, if any, the censor will let me send. I’ll see him tomorrow and see, however don’t be disappointed—I can always bring them home. I’m not really as thin as those snaps indicated—I’m far from slim and I’m putting on a little weight again (woe is you). I love you honey—Love, Ang  Undated photo of a seemingly random mix of people of various ranks and jobs. Posting it here because it shows Ang with several people he's mentioned, particularly Tom Cahill. Cahill is 2nd from left, top row. Ang is also in top row. Written on back: Anderson #2, Barnard, Savard, Marty, Nomland, Anderson #1 // Snoggles, Cahill, Faith, Whited, Me [Ang], Vail, Hoschar, Reagen. October 29. To early Mass --slept all PM. Caught a cold somewhere and feel pretty awful. Wrote couple letters and bed 10:30. Form 5. T-29, Training flight as navigator, B-25J, 2:15h [Letter, postmark 10-31, so probably misdated] 8/29/44 [probably misdated] Corsica Hi Hon: I haven't seen the censor about those pictures yet--but I will tomorrow--so help me! There are a couple of boys leaving for the states one of these days--and they both swore they'd stop in to see you (they live in L.A.) — so you ought to see one of them so don't be surprised if they pop in one day. One is Wells Morris (that's in the right order) and the other is Art Nomland. Wells is unmarried and lives with his folks in L.A. and Art is married and plans to spend his leave in L.A. — they're both good pals and ought to give you a lot of poop---maybe even enough to satisfy your curiosity. Another fellow may pop in if he gets out that way--his name (last) is Carroll--his first name is Garnett so call him Carroll--if you get what I mean. He's a bombardier (lead) and just about my best buddy over here. I'm sure you'll like him— he reminds me an awful lot of Frankie. He swears that his main ambition is to date you up---so don't give him too much opposition — it will do you good to get out — with him I mean — so don't get me wrong--see! I flew most of my missions with him so he ought to give you plenty of poop. Boy it seems like everybody is going home. I'm really getting to be an old timer around here. I'm seeing them come and go. If only they hadn't put me in the lead and left me on the wing ship with Arne I'd be finished now too. Ah well, such is life — its happened so often that it so longer hurts so much when I see one of them head for the states. I guess it's supposed to be an honor to be in the lead and it is true that you ride with the best, most experienced and safest pilots and we ride in a jeep while the other boys ride trucks----but! That was supposed to be sarcasm---but I should be ashamed of all my bitching---look at poor Frankie and others. If only Christmas wasn't so close I wouldn't mind. Did I tell you I got a bunch of your boxes---thanks a lot for them. That was a clever idea hiding that bottle in the cracker box - but it almost backfired. I put the box in my suitcase so the mice couldn't get at it and started on the other box. It was week before I opened the box and found it. It's a good thing I didn't decide that I had too many crackers and to give a box of them away. Honey you're as clever as you are sweet and I love you very much. I still haven't got the camera or the cigars but I guess they'll come through one of these days. I hope! I hope I get that camera before I finish my missions and miss some beautiful shots. I love you darling—Love, Ang October. 30. Stayed home from work today and in bed too. Feel much better - although still whoozy. [Letter, postmark 11-1-44.] 10-30-44 Corsica Hello Darling: Its taken me a full half an hour to get from the salutation to this first sentence. I sat here trying to figure out what to write—and it did me almost as much good as having a long, long talk with you. It struck me that writing a long letter and pouring out my heart to you produced the same effect. You never said much in those talks—just tactfully drew me out and made me feel as if I knew what I was talking about. Its almost the same in a letter—and maybe that’s why I can write a better letter to you than to anyone else. Also, that’s another of the thousands of reasons that I love you so much. You’ve been handing out compliments so lavishly about me being the best husband in the world, that, since I haven’t yet called you the best wife in the world, (in a letter) an outsider would think something was wrong. I just take it for granted that you know that I know that you are. I suppose that is one of my failings in trying to be the best—taking so many things for granted, I mean. That is also the difference between us—I try to be the best husband and you are the best wife. I love you so very much darling. I suppose that all sound very much as if I’m in the dumps and being philosophical (I wish that dictionary would get here) but on the contrary I feel very good—much better than the past few weeks. Honey, I’ve turned into quite a bitcher lately, haven’t I/ (Its allright—the word bitch is quite respectable now—“Time” uses it every week) I’ve just been thinking over some of the letters I sent you and they must have sounded awful. I guess it sounded as if I were turning into the type of man I despise the most (“Waaaa, I want my mama” type). I’m really not—at least I hope not! I really feel pretty good—and with the exception of getting pretty restless when I don’t have anything to do—I do quite well for myself. Its just when I start writing to you, you are, naturally, a little more in my thoughts than during the rest of the day. Well, I start missing you more and more and pretty soon I’m pouring out my misery to you. Believe me honey, its never as bad as it sounds, so don’t take it too much to heart. Its just something to prove my great love for you than anything else. (That sure sounds gooey) Really, darling, except for a few short periods, I’m pretty doggone happy and contented and consider myself very lucky when I think of others. So please don’t fret about me. After all we should bellyache because I have to stay overseas for 9 or 10 months when there are thousands who are wondering if they might get home after 3 or 4 years. Yesterday I got a whole bunch of letters — last months — Sept 18—20th—etc. It sure was funny reading it after getting about 20 of this months letters. Oh well, such is war and mail for the duration. Before I start on anything else, I got last months bank statement. If I remember correctly, the balance was 2016 dollars or thereabouts. I’ll send it on tomorrow. I don’t know why they sent it to me. I did ask them for a statement of balance but I didn’t think they’d send me the regular statement. Anyway, they evidently got all the money—so everything is O.K. You sure seemed worried in last months letters—about the money I mean. You probably have white hair by now from worrying. Just like I always said, money brings nothing but troubles, but it sure is nice to have troubles like that, eh what? Don’t worry, honey, I’m not exactly a baby about money. I’ve lost money in my time, but I never carry enough around with me to really make a dent. As far as checks go, I’ve only got two left in my checkbook and I’m hoarding them. (I’ve used the others as scrap paper—making notes etc.) You also seemed quite worried about all my drinking. Really, honey, its not as bad as it may sound. In fact, I’m considered a very moderate drinker around here. I doubt if I’ve been really drunk twice in all the time over here—and that would be a pretty good average even in the states. Five or six times a month (when the[y] get American whiskey) I go over to the club and have a few drinks—that’s not really so bad is it. As I’ve said before don’t take everything I say too seriously—remember that imagination of mine. I’m not, in any way, acting any worse than I did in the states, and I doubt that anyone there considered me a drunker or a rounder. Now to get to my cigar smoking. We are rationed to three cigars a week—and I smoke them—just as I usually eat some of the rationed candy even if I don’t especially care for it. That’s about the way I feel about the cigars. The only reason I asked you for a box, was so that I could pass them out for my promotion. You have my permission to tell anyone that plans to send me some more that I don’t need any more. I promise you that I won’t stain my pearly white teeth with that nasty cigar chewing. Now that I have so staunchly defended my character, I’d better go on to more material things. By the way, I don’t mean to be sarcastic and I’m not angry or even slightly perturbed—I just wanted to set the record straight so maybe you wouldn’t worry so much. I got your mothers Christmas present today—the identity bracelet. I’ll write her a thank-you note tomorrow—it was very nice of her and I certainly do appreciate it. I kind of pulled boner as far as the Falls are concerned. I wrote a nice long letter advising him to stay home and stay out of the army as long as he could—and then I get Is’ letter that you sent saying that he was as good as in. Oh well! I got the Tribune “Wake” book and also the other one—Thanks, hon! I also appreciate all the clippings that you send me—especially about U. of Ill. It looks like our team is doing pretty well this year. I have been sending all my packages first class mail—they shouldn’t take too long to get to you. Well, hon—I think I’ve done quite well—about the longest in ages. As I said its almost as good as talking to you. I love you very much—Love, Ang October 31. Went to work today and felt pretty good. Very dark day and drizzled in evening. To Off. Wives dinner and had real nice time. Bed 11:30.
 Ang, in Capri, October 1944. (Full picture is below.) Ang is sent to "rest camp" on Capri whether he needs it or not. The two letters he writes during that time are wonderful travelogues -- one written "half-drunk" and the other written "much soberer." He gets pretty mushy (or "gooey" as he phrases it) and mentions hearing "Night and Day" which we all grew up knowing as "Their Song." Betty, as always, is working. "They" get the apartment up the hall from them and move her sister and nephew to that apartment.  October 10, 1944. Special Orders to Capri Rest Camp. Angelo Adams, Thomas Cahill, John Gallatin, Lawrence Congalton, John Diehl, Harold Garvin. Form 5, A-12, Administrative flight as navigator, B-25J, 1:20 [flight to Capri?] Thursday. October 12. Up about 8:30—Straightened house—then downtown with Donny & Peg. What a time. Napped in P.M. Ate dinner out. More about apt. October 13. Sure was tired this morning. No mail since Tuesday! Worked hard again today. Packed a couple of boxes for Ang. Bed 11:00. October 14. Alone in office today. Got our checks. Shopped for Peg. Bought some black crepe. Mr. S for dinner. Peg and I to movies. October. 15. Sure didn’t get much done today. Cut out black jumper. We got the apt up the hall too. To bed at 11:00. [Letter, postmark 10-16-44] “Somewhere” on the Isle of Capri 10/15/44 Hi Honey: Get that “Somewhere” will you? No matter where you are on this island—you’re everywhere. Its at least eight miles long and two wide—a tremendous place! Don’t mind me if I sound a little jerky—I’m half drunk right now—but its still daytime and I’ve got lots of time yet to get completely plastered. I have to get that way to keep from going completely nuts. Boy, what a place to send a man for a rest—especially a man like me. Its not so bad in the daytime—there is plenty of things to do to keep busy—Boating, swimming, fishing—sightseeing etc. But, oh honey, the nights drive me completely crazy—this is the most “romantically” island in the world. Our hotel is halfway up on a mountain—and the view is wonderful—the sea on all sides—the mountains around us—oh well! The hotel itself is very nice—good rooms—pleasant dining room (with music)—lovely dance hall—and a gorgeous garden outside of it. You sit there listening to the music until it brings back old memories of home and you—and then go into the garden to get away from it. Pretty soon the scenery (the wine helps too) sets the imagination running wild. The music drifts out and pretty soon I had no trouble picturing you sitting next to me. About that time I start cussing myself out—and storm out of the hotel to get away from it all. Then I start walking—up and down all these little vine covered paths (the grapes are all off of them now). Ever so often the vines open up and you can see the moon and the sea. Then I remember how much you loved to stroll with me and—and oh hell, whats the use! Its inhuman, that’s what it is. The whole place was built up as a honeymoon resort—and it just stinks with love and romance. Again I say its inhuman to send a lovesick joker like myself to a place like this. Even Hitler wouldn’t do it. You’ll have to excuse me now for a while—I’ve got to go out and take a boat ride. I’ll finish up when I get back-- - - - - - - I’m back! Oh, my poor stomache. The water was rough and—oh well, just use your imagination. They took us all around the island—and now there is a plainly marked trail of spag & meatballs (my lunch) all around. What a mess—so help me—I’ll never take another drink—at least not until they fish my stomache out of the bottom of the sea and give it back to me. - - - - - - In case you didn’t notice it, there was a short pause while I read over the letter—Gooey, wasn’t it? How anybody can write like that—even when drunk—well! However, its too much work to tear it up and start over again so I’ll send it on. I guess it doesn’t hurt to get “romantical” once in while. However, if you show or read that stuff to anyone—you might as well put in the divorce papers at the same time—so there! It really is quite an island though—and it does get under one’s skin after a while. I know I’d give anything I have to have you here to spend my week with me. There are so many things that you would love to see—and I can just picture the enjoyment you would get out of a place such as this—well, that’s what gets me. Then just as if you were standing in front of me, I can see that happy, satisfied look cover over your face as we’d sit in that garden and talk until the wee hours. Wow, I’d better stop this stuff, or have us both in tears. Phew, I haven’t carried on like that since the first years that we dated and used to sit on the stairs. There I go again. I said I was going to stop—and I am, From now on its going to be very impersonal. We really do have a pretty good time here. The Red Cross organizes quite a full schedule for the day—Boating, Fishing, snack bars, movies, and dances (4-5 Red Cross girls and 3-4 nurses —- 3 - 400 men). And that reminds me—I have a confession to make. It all happened last night. I put my arm around her and clasped her to my bosom. We swayed backwards, forwards, and then sideways. I felt fingernails dig into my back, and then a masculine voice said “May I cut in?” Pretty cute, eh? Its not mine though, one of the other drunks thought it up last night. What wine can do to a person—it even made me dance—all three steps. That’s when I was really high—but the next number played was “Night and Day”, and that took all the poop out of me. I’d better close now—I’ve done quite well. I’m sorry that I neglected you the last couple of days—but I wasn’t in condition to do much writing. I love you sweetheart—Love, Ang. Damn it, I miss you!
 I’m pretty sure this picture is from Capri. In a later letter says, "I’m glad you like the pictures I had taken at Capri—that’s in answer to where I took them. Yes that is my dog tags—its more comfortable than around my neck. It’s the new style, over here." October. 16. Had 3 letters from Ang today - finally. And some snaps too. Worked hard today. Out to USO in evening. Bed 11:00 October 17. Cooler today. Same sort of day at office. Another letter from Ang. Did laundry and ironed in evening. [Letter, postmark 10-18-44] On the Isle of Capri 10-17-44 Hello Darling: Here I am again—still on the Isle but much soberer than when I last sat down to write. I guess I just wasn’t built to be a drinking man—at least not a constant drinker—my stomache won’t take it. I guess I gave you most of the poop about the place in my last letter. We manage to keep busy, and somewhat enjoy ourselves. Yesterday, I went swimming, and then fishing in the afternoon. I’m quite a fisherman—I caught three fish. Of course one of them was kind of small, but the other two were big bruisers—at least three inches long—ha! In the evening we go to a show (real, upholstered chairs) and after watch the few dancers and listen to the music until the snack bar opens at eleven—have a snack and a drink or two and head for the sack. In between we just stroll all over the island window shopping and observing the sights. There are hundred of little shops on the island. The people, I guess have always made a living out of the tourist trade—and therefore they practically all own a little shop or else work for the hotels. Another funny thing—there are no roads as such—just little paths between the buildings—few of them more than five or six feet wide. Even after four days we are still discovering new paths and new shops by accident. We turn into a little opening that looks like a miniature path to the back of the house and it turns out to be one of the main “streets”. Also all the hotels are up on the mountain sides—and how they ever got materials enough up here to build these large, modern hotels is a mystery to me—but here they are. The way we get up here is by a “funicolare” (I thought that would get you.) It’s a combination elevator and streetcar—and a Rube Goldberg creation. Its built on a slant to fit the incline—I’d better draw a picture.  Its not run by electricity, by coal or anything else. There are two cars with a cable holding them together—one at the top and one at the bottom. When ready, the man at the top releases his brakes and starts down—and the cable draws the other one up. Simple, eh what?
There’s quite a bit to see on the island. The other day we went out to see the Blue Grotto. It's just a cave in the cliffs bordering the water. Not much except except the blue color the water has. If anybody could ever bottle that blue—he’d make a fortune. Its really out of this world—or something. Also we visited Tiberius’s ruins. He was some goofy Roman Emperor that was afraid of his shadow and built a castle at the top of the mountain to be safe. It’s a big place—and proves that the Romans were hep to the art of living—20-30 rooms—gardens—swimming pool etc. The old geezer even had a private jail where he tossed his women when they talked back. If they still carried on, he just casually pushed them over the cliff. Maybe he wasn’t so goofy after all. I guess that just about covers the island—should even satisfy your curiosity. I’ve done a little shopping—but not to much. In spite of all the little shops, they really don’t have much to offer—they all carry the same stuff—which isn’t much. And even as much of a sucker as I am—won’t pay the prices they ask for some of their stuff. Besides it’s a problem to decide what to buy and for who. Every time I decide to buy something for one of the young-uns—I remember that there are about two dozen of them around so I give up. However I did get a few little items for Donny—a tam and a pair of sandals—he can use them when he awakes and has to go to the bathroom—ha!) I also bought you a blouse for your birthday—real cute I think. You’ll probably have to buy a whole outfit to go with it—so go ahead and consider it your birthday present. I haven’t bought anything for our two mothers yet, but don’t worry I’ll get around to it. By the way, I cashed a check for two hundred before I came here, and I’ll probably have to bite into the account for another hundred. As I’ve said things cost a lot around here. Boy, I’ve gone on a writing jag on the last two letters to you—imagine—six pages. I love you darling---Love Ang October. 18. We sure have been busy at office. Moved Peg and Donny tonight. Sure am tired & my legs hurt. Bed 10:30. October 19. Another busy day at office—ugh! Bought some papers and stuff for Ang. Nothing much in evening. To bed about 10:30. The good news about October 1944 is that Ang got some R & R — another day in Rome, and then a trip to Capri. The bad news was that the weather caused many stand downs. Some days it was bad on Corsica and other days over their targets. And so even when he was on Corsica, they weren’t flying many missions. The 340th Bomb Group only flew on 11 of the 31 days. Ang flew on two of his 486th squadron’s seven missions. On October 10th he writes that he thinks the flight surgeon thinks he’s “flak-happy” because he appears restless and jumpy. Ang tells Betty it’s because he’s bored, not because he needs R&R. If Catch-22 is applied, then perhaps he was, in fact crazy for wanting to fly more. If you think you're crazy and ask to be grounded, then you're not really crazy. But if you wanted to fly more missions because you're bored, then you must be crazy. Sounds like Catch-22 and time for rest camp. Sunday October 1. Late Mass - did a lot of odds and ends around house. Had late dinner. Washed hair and wrote some letters. Bed 11:30. Form 5. A-1, Administrative flight as navigator, B-25J, 2:05h [probably to Rome.] October 2. Just worked half a day. Peg and Donny arrived home and we met them. Mr S here for dinner. Big to-do about his auto. Bed 11:00. October 3. Worked pretty hard today. Turned rather warm in P.M. Did some laundry and wrote letters after B. Hope. Bed 10:30.  Flight log. Mission #42. October 3, 1944. Form 5. C-3, Combat flight as navigator, B-25J, 2:55h [FROM ANG'S FLIGHT LOG. MISSION #42] 42. 10-3 Cameri RR Bridge Heavy, Moderate & accurate. 2 ships holed. Bridge hit. Glade Woolcott [I don't have any "extra" information on this mission, but the 340th BG diary recorded the following: "Though many ships were badly shot up, some flights having all ships holed, fortunately all returned safely. The missions were both very successful." The 486th BS diary recorded: "Another bridge mission - 100% accuracy yet the bridge escaped. Just one of those things."]  From Ang's scrapbook. Labeled "42" on back.  Sketch of Ang done on second trip to Rome. It was wrapped in plastic wrap in Ang's files. [Letter, postmark 10-4-44.] 10-3-44 Corsica Hi Honey: I’m sorry for not writing the last couple of days—but I’ve been a little busy. Took another short holiday in Rome (one day) Didn’t do much—had a couple of good meals—a hot shower—a few drinks—and had a portrait (pencil) made of me I think its pretty good—I’ll send it on one of these days. I’m enclosing a couple of small snaps in this letter. They should give you an idea of what our shack is really like—although we have closed it in for the winter now. Its too bad the mountains don’t show up in that one snap—they really are beautiful. In fact it’s a wonderful location—mountains to the rear and the sea to the front. What do you think of our sign in front of operations—cute, eh? There certainly isn’t anything modest about us. The colonel actually takes it seriously though—says he can prove it. General Eaker sent him congratulations a few weeks ago—and told him that we were doing better now than even the B-26 groups in the theatre. And, as the colonel points out, the B-26’s had the record of being the most accurate bombers in the world. So, as he again will point out modestly, that puts the B-25’s on top. And then, with a blush of modesty, he will point to a great big chart on the wall which shows our group has all the other B-25 groups beat hollow. Two and two equal four—and that makes us the “The Best Damn Group There Is.” He isn’t too far wrong though—even I must admit we’re pretty hot. We have really been running up a record lately for bombing accuracy. I got a letter from Capt. Cots. He’s in France now, but he had been on Corsica—Its too bad I didn’t find out about him sooner. Oh well, such is life. I love you sweets—Love, Ang  340th Bomb Group, Operations. The Best Damn Group There Is.
October 4. Not a thing new today. Work is rather heavy right now. Mother out to War Housing but nothing so far. Bed by 11:00.
[Letter, postmark 10-6-44] 10-4-44 Corsica Hi Honey: I finally got a bunch of mail today—six letters and four of them from you—9th, 10th, 11th & 13th. It certainly takes a long time for them to reach me now. We hadn’t gotten much mail for over a week—and some damn fool started a rumor that a plane had gone down in the water with about 170 sacks of the island’s mail. Boy, you should have seen the faces around here. Oh, hum—such is war! Really honey—you’re giving more excuses in your letters than even I do for not writing. I haven’t noticed—but if you’ve been a bad girl and not writing regularly you’ve luckily picked the right time. The mail is such a mess now—that I don’t know which letters I get—or what. If you know what I mean. I guess I never did mention my boots—did I? I bought them in Natal, Brazil—and I sure am glad I did. They are very comfortable and easy to get in and out of. They’re just about worn out now and I use them mostly for “bed room” (get that) slippers. I wish I had bought 3 or 4 pairs. “In solid with the wheels” is a new air corps expressions. “Wheels” are the big shots—“C.O.s” etc—and the expression means that you are on very good terms with the big shots. You’ll have to pardon the writing—the sun has disappeared behind the hills—and I’m practically writing this in the dark. I’m glad you liked the pictures I sent you—I did look rawthar air corpish in that one—didn’t I? You’ll have to excuse my stopping now—but my eyeballs are hanging out trying to see what I am writing—and that hurts. Besides the boys are screaming for another poker player. By the way, It looks like my luck has turned this month. I’m not losing anything—but I’m certainly not winning. Oh well! I love you, hon---Love, Ang October 5. Coolish today—worked like a demon. Heard from Ang—since Monday. Wrote letters in evening. To bed by 11:15. [Letter, postmark 10-7-44] 10-5-44 Corsica Hello Honey: Well, I did me duty yesterday—I voted. My ballot came in yesterday so I went over and got it over with. Really, a very painless operation—besides it did me good to vote against a couple of my pet peeves that are in Congress. It really is surprising how seriously all the boys are taking this election—far more so than most civilians. If the bull sessions around here mean anything—Roosevelt and the democrats are in by a landslide in the Squadron. There are only two Republicans among all the officers—and you should see them take a beating in the bull sessions (I guess that’s the way its spelled). The world series games are shortwaved to us every night—and it sure sounds funny to hear a ball game broadcast around 10P.M. Everything seems backwards. I went to a movie last night—Red Skelton in “I Dood It” The picture was funny enough, but the way it was shown was even funnier. The man running the machine must have been new—because he sure screwed things up. When the picture first started it flashed on upside down—and I guess he didn’t notice because he left it on for about a minute. When the first reel was over, he put on the 3rd instead of the second and off we went. Then he went completely screwy and tried out 3 – 4 different reels before he found the right one. We saw parts of newsreel—a comedy—and a picture on social diseases before he finally got straightened out. Ho hum—I wonder where he got his bottle. I also got an application from the U. of I. for those extension courses I wrote for. They don’t offer much of a variety—and I really don’t know what to take. It would be to difficult to get materials for a Economics or Acct. course over here. I guess I’ll take some of the easier course[s]—probably Business Letter Writing and maybe a course in Math or some science. I’ll decide one of these days. The[y] cost a lot more than I thought—15 to 30 dollars a course. Oh well, that’s not too much. Arne has taken off for Cario [Cairo] on a rest trip. Its supposed to be quite a place—and I guess I’ll head that way one of these days. I told you that he had more missions than I had—well he’s got 60 now—and with luck he should be bouncing the young-un on his knee by Christmas. I love you honey—Love, Ang [The 1944 World Series was played in St. Louis, where Betty had lived for some years of her childhood and where some family still lived in 1944 (and still live in 2016). Here's a link to an interesting blog that talks about the series. http://launiusr.wordpress.com/2010/12/06/the-great-st-louis-streetcar-world-series-of-1944/] October. 6. Six months today since Ang left. Ah me. Worked like a demon at the office. Peg and I to movies—bed about 12:30 October. 7. My day off [Saturday]. Did odd jobs in A.M. To meeting of wives at U.S.O. Read papers and wrote letters in evening. Dead tired. [Letter, postmark 10-9-44] 10-7-44 Corsica Hi Honey: I sent in my application to the U. of I. today—I figured I might as well get started before I changed my mind. I finally settled for two courses in Rhetoric. Neither one of them require much more than a lot of writing—and I always find time for a lot of that. It was the two easiest courses I could find—naturally! I hope I can dig up a dictionary somewhere. By the way, they want a photograph of me for their files. I told them you would send it—so please get it off as soon as possible. Mention my name and the reason for it. Director Division of University Extension University of Illinois Urbana, Ill. an old one will do—just so they can see my face fairly clear. This is just like starting college all over again—I wish I’d started sooner. Its going to be plain murder if I ever take a Econ. or Acct. course—I’ve forgotten most of it. Ah well! I’m sweating out the mail now—it should be in soon, and I hope there’s plenty for me. The weather is p.p. around here in the winter. Its very much like Chicago’s—and you know what that means. Poor Charley takes a beating—his side of the shack leaks like a sieve—right on his bed. You should hear him screaming in the middle of the night when it starts raining—Ha! I love you darling—Love, Ang October 8. To early Mass—and Communion. Did a little sewing & ironing. Read in afternoon. Had late dinner. to bed by 11:00. October 9. Worked like a demon today. Golly we were busy. Donny got his first shots and was a little cross. Poor baby. Bed 11:00 October 10. Didn’t get much accomplished at the office today. Bot some things for Donny after work. Listened to radio—Bed by 11:30 [Letter, postmark 10-12-44] 10-10-44 Corsica Hi Sweets: Don’t mind me if I sound a bit crabby in this letter. I haven’t flown or done a darn thing for over ten days—and I’m slowly but surely going nuts. You know how restless I get when I don’t have anything to do. I noticed the flight surgeon observing me lately—and usually that means a rest period. I certainly hope not—I’ve tried to tell him that what I need is some work and not rest—but he doesn’t seem to believe me. You know how jumpy and restless I get when there is nothing to do—it certainly isn’t a sign that I’m getting flak-happy. Ah well, such is life. If I do go to rest camp—I hope its to Cairo, Egypt (I hope that’s the way its spelled.) I always did want to climb a camel and besides they say that there is plenty of American whiskey there. By the way, leave plenty of money in the bank, because if I go there it costs plenty of money and I’m just about broke. By the way hon, I sent you the receipt for $200.00 that the bank sent me—I imagine that’s the one that is worrying you. It should have been included in last months statement. I will repeat once more—I sent the bank $1900.00 in the last two months—I hope it all gets there. I love you darling—Love, Ang October 11. Usual day at office—worked hard in P.M. Bought green wool suit after work. No mail—bed about 11:00. Off tom.  Ang and Betty Adams, Wedding Photo, September 26, 1944. Ang and Betty were married September 26, 1942 while Ang was still in Santa Ana, California. This is their wedding photo. For their anniversary, Ang sent roses and $50. Betty notes in her diary on the 22nd that she sent him a cable, which he mentions in his letter of the 27th. Receiving it scared him because cables were only used for emergencies! If you’re familiar with the Harry Potter stories, imagine getting a “Howler” and that’s what it must have felt like to read his response to the cablegram! Apparently she didn't receive this letter until December. Betty never mentions his response in her diary but must have in a letter because Ang apologizes for his response in his December 27th letter. Another reminder of what it was like to wait weeks for mail to travel. We expect people to reply to email within hours! Ang hoped he’d be home in time for Christmas but learned they now had to fly 60 missions instead of 55--however the weather was preventing them from flying. He revised his estimate to hope for his birthday in March. Betty's routine remains the same but has added her Officers Wives Club activities. She mentions dinner at the Brown Derby with Mr. S, though she doesn't mention who else went. I assume her mother, Margaret was with her because Mr. S was Margaret's friend. Tuesday, September 23. Awfully hot today. Downtown, but not much shopping done. Home and loafed all P.M. Packed boxes. Bed 11:00. Tired. [Letter. Postmark 9-24-44.] 9-23-44 Corsica Hi Honey: You won't mind if I shed a few tears—and pour out my sorrows in this letter. I’m down in the dumps but good—I guess you could call it homesickness. Do you remember Bob Merkel? You met him at one of the dances at the club—the one that had gone to Lake View—remember? Well, he left for the States today. We spent all last night at the club—and I had to listen to what he was going to do when he got back to Chicago. He was going to the Bar Ritz and have them put out a bottle of “V.O.”—he was going to do this and he was going to do that. Finally I threatened to hit him with the table if he didn’t shut up. Woe is me! I couldn’t have stood it for another moment. Oh well, I guess my turn will come one of these days. Don’t mind me, honey, I really don’t feel that bad today—although I must admit that last night I could have given Uncle Walt a head start and still won the prize in meanest disposition race—grrr! Bob promised to call the folks—and give Mom a chance to have a good cry over him and make her feel better—so that’s something. Something is screwed up somewhere—I haven’t had any mail for four days now—and of course that doesn’t help my sweet temper any. I can’t even answer questions to fill my letters. I love you darling—Love, Ang September 24. Warm today again. To Mass and loafed rest of day. Ironed and laundry in evening. Bed about 11:30. What a life! [Letter. Postmark 9-25-44] 9-24-44 Corsica Hi Honey: Well, well—I finally got some mail yesterday—and of course all the news from you. So the Brandons’ now have an heir—what do you know? Where did they get the Jeffrey Alan—never mind—thank goodness, at least its not another Jr. Of course a Jr. isn’t so bad—it just makes fewer names to remember—and to me that’s a real blessing. By the way, that Alan just made me think—how is Falls’ first name spelled—one or two “l”. I’d be kind of embarrassed if I spelled it wrong. So Jack is in France now—boy he sure does get around. Your mentioning Christmas brought something else up. Please don’t plan on presents or a box for me. I don’t know where I’ll be then—and I have my hopes of being beside you—so it would be kind of silly and I’d probably never get it—at least not for months afterwards. I’m glad to hear that you have made contact with that club. It really will be good for you to go out and meet people and enjoy yourself. Even if you don’t have fun at the meetings, at least it will give you something to do—and pass the time away. By the way, you sound like you are about ready to start your winter wardrobe. If you feel you’ll need it, that offer on the fur coat still goes. Just one thing, don’t buy something that you’ll have to throw away next year—get a decent one! The bank roll is yours, honey.—Just leave me enough for a car and a months binge when I hit the States. I love you sweetheart—Love, Ang September 25. Cooler today but still warm. Worked steady but not hard. Mr. S. and dinner at Brown Derby. Nice time and drive. Bed 11:00. Form 5. T-25, Training flight as navigator, B-25J, 0:45h September 26. What a wonderful day. Our 2nd anniversary. More cards and dear Ang sent me roses. I was so thrilled. He’s a dear -- always.  Envelope from flowers sent to Betty for their 2nd anniversary.
 Ang's 9-26-44 letter with envelope showing postmark and stamp. [Letter. Postmark 9-27. This letter and envelope were both stamped in Los Angeles on December 15!] 9-26-44 Corsica Hi Hon: Boy, winter is really catching up with us around here. Nothing very bad—just continuously cool weather. I’ve felt a cold coming on for a couple of days—and this morning it sure got here. I’d give ten bucks for a box of Kleenex—Oh my poor, poor tender, running nose. Thank goodness its just in the nose—at least my head and body feel O.K. This joint is really getting to be [a] mess since Skeezix left. We try to keep it clean, but somehow we don’t have the knack, or industry, of Skeezix. For instance, neither of us have the heart to get on our hands and knees and scrub the floor—and therefore, even though it is clean, it still looks like a mess. And you should see my laundry—I’ll never catch up. It just piles up and I never seem to catch up. I guess that ought to be enough to get me some sympathy—so I’ll stop crying now. By the way, in my last letter I asked Dad to send me a good Kaywoodie pipe. In every letter, he pestered me to ask for something—so I finally did. In fact he seemed to be getting mad at me for not asking. What a father, most of them are glad to see their sons grow up and on their own—but he gets mad. Oh well, I’ve got no kick coming. I hope that camera gets here pretty soon—I sure am missing a lot of beautiful shots. Don’t forget to keep after all the film you can get. To make the request formal—Please send me some film for the camera you sent—I forget the size. I love you darling—Love, Ang September. 27. Worked hard today. Hurried home and changed clothes for Off. Wives dinner. Had nice time. Bed by 11:30. Cooler. [Letter. Postmark 9-28-44] 9-27-44 Corsica Hi Hon: I just got your cablegram congratulations—and I really do appreciate the sentiments behind it—but if you ever do it again I’ll paddle your little hind-end until you’ll never be able to sit on it again. I don’t want to scold you because I know you meant only the best—but-- Honey, a cablegram over here means to us a serious injury, death, or birth in the immediate family. I didn’t even know that one could be sent for other reasons. What I went thru in the few seconds it took me to rip it open and read it—shouldn’t happen even to Hitler. Flak won’t even faze me after that. I’m sorry honey, I guess I’m just a crabby, old grouch. I just got the cablegram as I was getting ready to start this letter—and my nerves are still jangling. I really do appreciate the cablegram. I wonder if I gave you anniversary greetings in yesterdays letter—If I didn’t, I’m sorry—I must have forgot—forgot to write them, not that it was our anniversary—that’s been in my thoughts for over a month now. I got your letter of the 7th—with Shrickers & Mrs. Bylunds letters. Ev sure sounds happy doesn’t she—I certainly am glad that she is so pleased about everything. I don’t imagine having a baby with your husband at the other side of the world is very good. Oh well, such is war. I told Arne about Ev telling you how much she appreciated what he’d done—and even though he mumbled something about silly women—I could see he was pleased as punch. I love you my darling—and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate having a wife like you sending me anniversary greetings—even if they do scare me to death. Did I ever thank you for marrying me—I do, a million times. Love, Ang September 28. Worked hard at office. Did some laundry. Mother home late. Wrote letters all evening. Sure had a cramped night. September 29. Another hard day at the office. Ugh. Called about apts - should have months ago. Packed two boxes and wrote Ang. Bed 11:00. [Letter. Postmark 10-1, so Ang must have misdated his letter.] 8-29-44 Corsica Hi Darling: Just got your letter of the 6th—and after reading it my hat size doubled. My, my—such praise—I’m not really as good as all that. Not that I’m suspicious, but after reading all the praise, I started looking for the part where you were going to talk me into something—but you didn’t—or does that come in a later letter? The mail situation is horrible around here lately—and I’m afraid it will stay that way. Your mail takes 20 to 25 days to reach me. I guess the weather is curtailing the flying of mail and it probably comes by boat now. Oh well, such is life. Of course, you had to tell me to hurry home in your last letter—just as I had decided that it would take longer than I thought. Don’t expect too many explanations—although since winter is now upon us, you can see that it will take longer to finish my missions. Also, I will have to fly 60 instead of 55—so that automatically cancels any thoughts of my being home for Christmas. I still think I will be home for my birthday—even if just barely. Lets act as if I will be home for sure then—and you can base all your plans on that. I’m sorry honey—it sounded to good to be true anyway. Honey, I’m sorry I got so lit up in my last letter. I shouldn’t have got so excited—at least I shouldn’t have written a letter in that condition. We made ourselves a stove today—and the heat sure feels good. Let me tell you, I sure am going to be a jack of all trades by the time I get home. It won’t be any trouble at all for me to whip up a little home and all the trimmings for us. I love you sweets—Love, Ang  Flight log. Mission #41. September 30, 1944. September 30. Worked hard for Saturday. Didn’t do any shopping. Came home & washed - sure tired. To dinner & to movies. Bed about 11:00. Form 5. C-30, Combat flight as navigator, B-25J, 2:50h [FROM ANG'S FLIGHT LOG. MISSION #41.] 41 9-30 Magenta R.R. Bridge Heavy Int. & Acc. 11 ships holed. 1 man injured Bridge hit. Led group. Glade, Satterthwaite, Woolcott. [No crew sheet available. Target photo and crew list for 488th. 57thbombwing.com/340th_History/487th_History/missions/093044_Magenta.htm] A note regarding September 23, 1944. Ang did not fly on the 23rd, but the 340th Bomb Group was awarded a Presidential Unit Citation for their efforts to sink a German ship in the La Spezia harbor. Sinking ships was not their typical activity. Their specialty was bombing bridges, gun positions, and German supply lines. The 340th diary describes the mission: "To prevent Jerry from utilizing the light Italian cruiser “Taranto” as a block to the port of La Spezia an 18-plane mission was dispatched to bomb and sink same where it sat in La Spezia harbor. The three boxes laid perfect compact patterns directly on the ship causing it to sink where it stood." This mission is described in Dale Satterthwaite's "Truth Flies with Fiction" and fictionally in Heller's "Catch-22" at the end of Chapter 35, and in his memoir, "Now and Then."
You can see the citation from Ang's scrapbook under the Awards tab.  This is the other photo I have of Ang playing cards. Ang's friend Tom Cahill is at the next table, smoking a pipe. He sent these pictures home in January 1945 and said he thought "Comrade Adams" was playing Hearts. I doubt it. In Los Angeles and Corsica, it begins to feel like Fall. On Corsica the weather impacts everything, especially the number of “stand downs” due to rain. Betty stays busy with work, movies, meetings of the Los Angeles Officers Wives Club, and packing and sending care packages to people like Ang, her uncles and their friend Bud. They both have their September 26 wedding anniversary on their minds. But the big news is the money Ang was winning playing poker. He sent most of it to the bank at Ft. Sam Houston. The story we grew up with was that after the war, he went back to college on the GI Bill and they lived on the money Betty earned and what they saved from the poker games on Corsica.  Flight log. Mission #37. September 14, 1944. Thursday, September 14. Very fallish today. Brrr. Marian & I alone today and stalled as usual. Washed head and wrote letters - as usual. Bed 11:00. Form 5. C-14, Combat flight as navigator, B-25J, 2:40h [FROM ANG'S FLIGHT LOG. MISSION #37.] 37 9-14 Rimini Troop Concentrations. Heavy, moderate & inac . 4 ships holed. [verso: "D.E. Glade Woolcott, R.C."] [Crew sheet under Official Documents tab. Link to more info about this mission. 57thbombwing.com/340th_History/487th_History/missions/091444_Rimini.htm]  From Ang's scrapbook. Labeled "37" on back of both photos. Can't confirm photos - they differ from mission photo on the 57th BW site. [Letter, Postmark 9-14-44.] 9-14 Corsica Hi Honey: I hope yesterdays letter didn’t get you all excited—I don’t remember just exactly what I wrote—but I don’t imagine it was very sensible. I remember that the main thought in my mind was to get rid of the money before I lost it again—so I gave it to Skeezix to hide—and since I’ve still got it—I guess everything is O.K. and I’ll send it off today. Not only that—but the few dollars I kept in my pocket—I invested in a game—and this morning I woke up with an extra 300 bucks in my pocket. Holy mackeral—drunk or sober—I just can’t lose lately. I suppose now that I’m so far ahead—I should quit playing—but I haven’t got the heart to quit while my luck is running so hot. I guess as long as I send my big winnings to the bank—I’ll do O.K. I never take more than a hundred into a game—that way I can’t lose very much. I’ll send the money off this afternoon. Just to keep the records straight—that will be $1800.00 I’ll have sent to the bank this month and last month. Maybe you’d better buy some bonds—do whatever you think is best. Boy, that’s a load of dough—isn’t it? Gee whiz! I’ve got our wedding picture on the table and a couple of the colored snaps around the edges. Gosh darling—I sit here looking at it—and it almost drives me nuts. Mmmm-you sure do look good enough to eat. Without blinking an eyelash—I’d give that $1800 just for a couple of hours with you right now. Honey, honey—I sure do love you a lot. Love, Ang September 15. Had quite a day at the office - very routine. Went to L.A. Officers Wives Club in evening. Very nice group. Payday! Bed 11:30. [Letter, Postmark 9-18-44] 9-15-44 Corsica Hi Hon: I haven’t got any mail for three days now—not your fault, none has come in. Woe is me! I’ve been pretty luck[y] so far—I mean my mail has been pretty well distributed—one or two a day, instead of all in bunches. So, I guess I’ve got no kick coming if the Post office fails me once in a while. I guess you can stop sending all the magazines now—I’ve been getting them all. Somebody always gets the Esquire too—and I can always see theirs. I’ve been meaning to thank you for the good care you’ve taken of me. You are a sweetheart—thanks a lot honey. We are having another dance tonight—although I don't know why they insist on calling them dances. I’ve always thought there had to be some women at dances—and since there are not—well? I don’t think there is anybody who knows how to conduct a barn dance—or we’d be doing that. At any rate—the Col. picked up 500 lbs of steaks for the party—so we ought to enjoy ourselves a small dab. He said he had planned on having a pork barbeque—but the damn pigs hadn’t shown up. Ah well, such is life. Its been a little cool lately—and its brought to a climax a little idea I’ve had for a while. On second thought—It just struck me that you don’t need one in California so I won’t mention it. But, if I didn’t mention it, you’d probably tear all that pretty hair out. Ah me, I also just remembered how nice it was to put my head on your shoulder and smell that pretty smell that came out of your hair. Why do I think of such things—my poor constitution! Anyway, before I find myself a divorced man—I’d better finish. I was going to suggest that you invest some of that money in the bank on a fur coat—but since you are in California, you might as well wait and give me the pleasure of helping to pick it out. Of course, if you find something that you really like—go ahead and buy it and consider it a birthday present. By the way, I sent an extra hundred—and that makes it $1,900.00 for the two months. I love you honey—oh me, that wedding picture—Love, Ang  Flight log. Mission 38. September 16, 1944. September 16. Alone in office and not busy at all. Xmas shopped all P.M. Out to late dinner & movie. “Mr Skiffington” Swell. Bed 1:00. Form 5. C-16, Combat flight as navigator, B-25J, 3:20h [FROM ANG'S FLIGHT LOG. MISSION #38.] 38 9-16 Bologna Gun Positions To clear path for bombing formations---used phosphorous bombs. Approximately 20 bursts of flak before bombardiers picked up gun positions. Beautiful patterns. Must have got guns or scared gunners---no flak shot at main formation. [verso: "Barney"] [Note: "Barney" was the bombardier, W.E. Barnard. Pilot on this mission was D.J. Satterthwaite. His book about his WW2 experience is "Truth Flies with Fiction: Flying B-25 Bombers into Battle during 1944." The crew sheet for this mission is under the Official Documents tab.] September 17. To late Mass—very dreary day. Wrote letters—then out to see “Wilson.” Late dinner and then to bed about 11:00. Quite tired. [Letter, Postmark 9-18-44.] 9-17-44 Corisca Hi Honey: I got four of your letters yesterday—Aug 24, 30, 31 & Sept. 6. The one of the 24th explained why you were going to the doctors—I’m sorry I raised all that stink. I don’t know what else to write about so I’ll answer questions. I’m highly peeved because you thought that I thought our anniversary was the wrong month—or isn’t that what you meant? Gee whiz, don’t you think I have a brain—and anyway you put the date in great big printing in my address book—so there. Please don’t worry about my clothes—I’ve got more than I can ever use over here. The rest of my things came about a week ago—I’m glad to say that all of my stuff was in the bag except for the sheets—somebody took those out. Oh well, I’ve got one sheet and one mattress cover and Skeezix always keeps one clean for me—so I’m all set. Yes we go swimming as often as we can—its one of the best diversions. Don’t feel so bad about your letters, Hon—I’m not complaining. Of course I can never get enough of them—but I think you are doing quite well by me. Now what gives you an idea I had a run in with Arne? We’re not on the same crew anymore—but we still are the best of friends. you should have seen him the night he got the telegram—was he a happy boy. He’s got more missions than I have—and he should be finished in about a month and on his way home. Don’t say anything to Ev, though—let him break his own news. I don’t believe I knew a Cooper in Columbia. I don’t know what else I can tell you about Charley. Since he was the other navigator here when I arrived—we naturally had things in common—and so we got together. He helped me get started and catch on and made things easier for me all around. I did too mention that I was at Earl Carrolls—several times. Honey, please don’t worry about money and bank accounts-etc. I don’t expect you to scrimp and starve—you know that. As long as there is money in the bank its all yours to do whatever you want with it—at any time without asking. Gee whiz—you make me feel like a Simon Legree when you apologize for something like that (Aug. 30). Boy, if I’m going to have to explain how come I got “all that money” last month—I’m sure going to have trouble about this months. Its really very simple—I always was pretty lucky and I’m getting to be a 1st class poker player—I should be—I’ve played just about every night for the last four months. Hon, you don’t have to send writing paper every week—my God, what will I do with all of it. Once a month is plenty. I’m reserving my decision about your driving—you’ll have to convince me—if you know what I mean. You are doing right about your deductions—its what I told you to do before I left. Honey, in your last letters you seem to have started worrying about me a little too much. If you don’t cut it out you’re going to get a paddling when I get home. Really, your fears are ridiculous. You should spend your time worrying about the poor Germans instead—the poor jerks haven’t got a chance. What we do to them shouldn’t happen even to Hitler. Really—sometimes I really do pity them. Please stop worrying-- I love you—Love, Ang  Flight log. Mission #39. September 18, 1944. September 18. A usual Monday - all day. Called the Adams - and glad to talk to them. Had swell letter from Ang about trip to Rome. Bed 11:00. Form 5. C-18, Combat flight as navigator, B-25J, 2:45h [FROM ANG'S FLIGHT LOG. MISSION #39] 39 9-18 Rimini Defense Positions Frags used-- Followed cloud bank which ringed target---and then swung out and dropped bombs. Surprised Germans did not have time to line guns on us---and first two boxes did not get a burst of flak. 3rd box (489) got the hell shot out of them. Beautiful patterns. 96% [verso: "Led. Barnard, W.E. D.J. Satterthwaite" / Fourth Cluster] [I don't have a crew sheet for this mission but here's a link to the 57th BW site with more info about the mission. However I can't find detail about the 489th results that Ang mentions. He notes on the verso of this page that he got his fourth cluster for this mission. The "orders" are under the Awards tab. http://57thbombwing.com/340th_History/487th_History/missions/091844_Rimini.htm] September 19. Everyone on edge today at office - ugh. Packed some boxes for Bud and Frankie. Listened to Bob Hope. Bed about 11:30. Dead! [Letter. Postmark 9-20-44.] 9-19-44 Corsica Hi Hon: I got ambitious the day before yesterday and wrote Boco letters—you-folks-Johnny-Falls-Joe F. etc—but I must have overdid it a bit—haven’t felt like touching a pen since. Besides I feel kind of blue—the orders came thru that we had to get rid of the Eyties—and so Skeezix is leaving us today. What a blow. Boy, I can see the mess this place is going to be in without him to clean up after Charley and me. Woe is us! Oh well, such is war. I think his stay with us has done him a lot of good. If nothing else—he’s got into the habit of brushing his teeth—his family will probably think he’s gone crazy and throw him out of the house. He’s put on a little weight—and has learned about taking baths. he has plenty of clothes—and a bag full of food, candy & cig to take to his family. I don’t know if we’ve completely reformed him though. Just a while ago he was telling us how he felt about leaving here. He felt very bad and was practically in tears—but then a bright thought lit up his face a bit. He said there was one good thing about going back to Sicily—“the signorina’s there were nice and fat—and he could get it wholesale—only five dollars for the night” The little punk—I should have wacked him good. There’s not much else to write about—except that I love you very much—Love, Ang P.S. by the way, I sent Mom a check for $25.00 for her birthday—mark it up will you. [Note about "Skeezix" and the other "Italian help" who were sent home from Corsica per orders from 12th Air Force Command. No one was pleased with this order. It's mentioned in both the 340th Bomb Group and 486 Bomb Squadron diaries. From the 340th diary. "The Italian K.P.s who have been with us since we were located at Pompeii A/D [Airodrome] have been ordered to pack up for they are being returned to their homes. A recent directive from XIIth Air Force made the Group's choice on sending them home a matter of following orders." From the 486th diary. "The Italian help was returned to Italy and now a few Corsican lads are substituting in the mess." In August, Ang's friend Tom Cahill mentions Carlos, Henthorn's Boy Friday who came by Tom's tent and sampled cookies sent by Tom's mother. Tom says Carlos "does all Henthorn's laundry, keeps his tent and area in good shape, shoes shined, etc., for his meals, a couple hundred lire per week (about $2)." (In "Dear Mom: A family finds its past in World War II Letters Home" by Michelle Cahill. https://www.amazon.com/Dear-Mom-Family-Finds-Letters-ebook/dp/B00ZVYZ9T2 I don't know if Henthorn's "Carlos" is the same person as Ang & Charley's "Skeezix" (Ang said his name was Carlos, when he got back from Sicily) but my guess is he worked for more than one tent. In any case, the Italian/Sicilian boys were greatly missed when they had to leave Corsica and go home.] September 20. Didn’t have much to do at office. Packed a couple of boxes and wrote letters all evening. Bed 11:00. Tired. September 21. Had a swell letter from Ang today. He sent me $50 for our anniversary. Washed hair and wrote letters. To bed about 11:30. Tired. [Letter. Postmark 9-22-44.] 9-21 Corsica Hi Hon: I guess winter is getting about ready to hit us in this part of the world. Its beginning to get kind of chilly around here—and the weather isn’t so hot anymore. You know how it was in Chicago—rain for days on end. Oh what a life. You remember how I used to tell you how nice it was in our house on the hill because of the cool breeze that we always got. Well, the breeze still blows—but its no longer cool but freezing cold. I guess we’ll just have to winterize—and put sides on our house. I sure hope I finish up and head for home before winter really hits here. I haven’t had any mail for a couple of days now—so I don’t have much news for you. I sure hope I get a batch of it tonight. Before I can mail this, I’m going to have to make [a] trip to the post-office for some Air Mail envelopes. I had about a dozen of them on the table when that “little” breeze I was talking about picked them up and carried them out into the mud. Woe is me. I’m sorry, hon, I’m trying hard to make this into a real letter and I can’t—my mind is a blank. I promise to do better tomorrow. I love you very very much sweets—Love, Ang  Flight log. Mission #40. September 22, 1944. September 22. Worked hard today - for a change. Sent Ang a cable for our anniversary. Napped in evening and got box ready for Jack. Bed 12:00.
Form 5. C-22, Combat flight as navigator, B-25J, 3:15h [FROM ANG'S FLIGHT LOG. MISSION #40.] 40 9-22 Pavia (S Dona d. Piave) (N. of Venice) R.R. Bridge Left engine acted up. Flew last 90 miles to base on single engine. Chief made a beautiful landing. [verso: "Glade Woolcott"] [486th crew list for 9-22-44 is under the Official Documents tab. Looks like this list was originally for 9-19 but according to 57th BW diary there were weather stand downs on the 19-21th Note that Ang is one of several moved from one crew to another, ending up on 6A, known as Sahara Sue II.]  Photo of Ang taken in Rome at "Broadway Bill's." Ang's letters in early September are mostly about his trip to Rome where the AAC has provided a "legendary" Rest Camp. He does a pretty good job describing his experience to Betty. We grew up hearing the stories about how he met the Pope in Rome. He sends some photos, souvenirs from Rome and mentions starting a correspondence course from University of Illinois. I think that it was pretty crowded in the L.A. apartment with various relatives coming and going. Betty mentions that they "almost had an apartment." But mostly, she continues in her routine of working, shopping, writing letters, and going to movies.  Flight log. Mission #31. September 1, 1944. Friday September 1. Very slow day - ugh. Marian & I alone - so! Hasn’t been very warm last couple of days Read & wrote letters in P.M. Bed early 10:00 Form 5. C-1, Combat flight as navigator, B-25J, 4:20h [FROM ANG'S FLIGHT LOG. MISSION #31.] 31 9-1 Piave Susagana Road Bridge 1. Center 2. Short & center No flak [written on verso: "Led. Thab.”] [Crew sheet under Official Documents. Pilot was G.B. Thabault.]  Flight log. Mission #32. September 2, 1944. September 2. My day alone at office. Did some Xmas shopping in P.M. Mr S up & dinner out & to show. To bed about 11:30. Dead Form 5. A-2, Administrative flight as navigator, B-25J, 1:00h Form 5. C-2, Combat flight as navigator, B-25J, 2:40h [FROM ANG'S FLIGHT LOG. MISSION #32.] 32 9-2 Viareggio, Lucca, Rimini, Ravenna Chaff mission Wind made it possible to stay on our side of lines. Heavy, Acc. & intense at Rimini 2 ships holed. [verso: "Hen."] [Crew sheet at Official Documents tab, noted as "Pamphlet Mission."] September 3. To late Mass—Not very hot today. Re-arranged room—and read all P.M. Had dinner in. Wrote some letters & bed by 11:00. [Letter. Postmark 9-5-44. Written in ink on front of envelope, "9-11". Perhaps that's when Betty received it.] 9-3-44 Corsica Hi Hon: Well, darling, I’ve just finished doing it----what I should have done a long time ago—applied for a couple of Correspondence courses at the U. of I. Don’t ask me what caused it—I was just laying on my sack wondering what to do with myself—when all of a sudden I called myself a dammed fool and got up and sent an application to them before I could change my mind. There really is no reason why I shouldn’t have applied a year ago. I could have had a semesters of credit by now at least. We happened to be talking about what we were going to do after the war a couple of days ago—and someone mentioned the fact that practically all jobs which required any educational credits at all—demanded at least two years of college. And, when you come to think of it—its very true. And so I figured that my year and a half at Illinois was wasted unless I added another semester at least—so I’m going to. Gee whiz, don’t I sound ambitious—you’d think I’d seen the light! Its Charlies birthday today—so I guess we’ll celebrate tonight—providing we aren’t flying tomorrow. I’m sending you a couple of snap shots. One of them was taken at one of the fields on the way over here. They’d shoved a tent and a cot at us and told us to take care of ourselves. We set up the tent and all that piles of junk is our equipment and clothing. You sure can see what I think of the job ahead. Ha—I think its cute. The other one was taken here a short while ago—its pretty good except that my face is blurred—or is that what makes it good? Say hon, I wish you would send one or two of these pictures to the folks on loan. Make them send them back though. I can only get one print and we aren’t allowed to send the negatives. I love you my darling—Love, Ang. [Note: The 57th Bomb Wing site and 486th BS diary note a mission on September 3, and there's a crew sheet listing Ang on 6A. However Ang does not have it noted in his log book and it's not listed on his Form 5. Another in a long list of unsolved mysteries. The 486th diary says the morning mission was "cancelled for standby" and "finally left at about 1500 hours", so it seems likely he was scheduled to fly but didn't. I have two crew sheets for the 3rd and they're both under the Official Documents tab.]
 Flight log. Mission #33. September 4, 1944. September 4. Didn’t get up until 11:00—very lazy. Did some odd jobs around apt—then met Mom & to show & had dinner. Bed 10:30. Form 5. C-4, Combat flight as navigator, B-25J, 3:20h [FROM ANG'S FLIGHT LOG. MISSION #33.] 33 9-4 Sestri [should be Sesto] Calende RR Bridge 1. Right end hit 2. " " 3. Center hit No flak. [verso: "Thabault G.B. Rahatz, G.R."] [Crew sheet at Official Documents tab.]  From Ang's scrapbook. Labeled "33" on back of photo. [Photo from Ang's scrapbook, labeled "33" on the back. The link, below, to the 57th BW site doesn't have a mission report, but it has this photo and the crew sheet for the 486th BS showing Ang on 6L and Tom Cahill on 6Y. You can also see the crew sheet under Official Documents.] http://57thbombwing.com/340th_History/487th_History/missions/090444_Sesto.htm  Flight log. Mission #34. September 5, 1944. September 5. Cooler today—worked steady—Dashed home & picked up mail and then to re-pack trunk. Lots of mail. To bed about 11:00 Feel grand. Form 5. C-5, Combat flight as navigator, B-25J, 3:05 [FROM ANG'S FLIGHT LOG. MISSION #34.] 34 9-5 Solienano [Solignano] RR Bridge 1. Hit. 2. Hit. No flak. 1 ME 109 chased away [verso: "Mell, J.R.” and "Rome"] [Link to the 57th BW for this mission. Crew sheet lists Ang as Bombardier. Crew sheet also posted under Official Documents. 57thbombwing.com/340th_History/487th_History/missions/090544_Solignano.htm] [Letter. Postmark 9-7-44] 9-5-44 Corsica Hi Hon: Didn’t get any mail yesterday—but can’t complain. But—I did get some the day before—just after I mailed a letter to you—and I’ve got plenty to [be] complaining about. What do you mean by making a plain bald statement such as “Its my day at the doctors today.” And then leaving me hanging out on a limb about any details—are you trying to drive me nuts—or what? So help me—you’re going to get your little behind paddled plenty for that one when I get home. I’m trying to take it for granted that it was just a check-up—but you’d better explain in your very next letter. And—talking about doctors—Mrs. Adams—have you gone to a dentist since I left. If you haven’t—you had better take yourself to one in a hurry. I’m telling you—if one of your little teeth is missing when I get home—you won’t be able to sit down for months. If you don’t mind—I will indulge in a little self pity. What a wife I’ve got—In one letter she admits she now tips the scales at 101lbs and getting fat. In another letter she as much as admits that some doctor is scarring up her body with horrible operations. And then I remember that if she doesn’t go to a dentist pretty soon—she won’t have any teeth left. Woe is me! I sure have troubles. The other day some general decided that all the Eyties would have to go home—and that included Skeezix. Woe is me! Of course we managed to work a few angles and he’s still here—but nobody knows for how much longer. Woe is me! Well, I guess I’ve done enough crying—I will now dry my tears and try to carry on nobly—even if my heart is breaking. Hon, don’t be too angry if you don’t get a letter for a couple of days—because I’m going to be off on a cossacking trip to the eternal city—Rome. I’ll say hello to the Pope for you. I’ll write you all about it when I get back. I still love you—in spite of that dirty trick you pulled in your last letter. Be sure and let me know about it. Love, Ang September 6. Just a routine day. Mr. L out of town again. Another big batch of mail. Wrote letters all evening. Bot present for Bylund. September 7. Very hot today! Washed hair & wrote letters all evening. Bed. 11:30. Form 5. T-7, Training flight as navigator, B-25J, 1:00h [I suppose this was the flight to Rome, but usually would be listed as "A" for Administrative. He says he's "going cossacking" but his later description of the trip sounds more like the famous Rome "Rest Camp."]  9-8-44 letter on Red Cross notepaper. Three pages, 5.5 X 8.5 in paper. September 8. Very, very warm today. Marian and I loafed all day. Off at 4:15. Had announcement from Gail. To movies. Wrote Ang a long letter. Late. [Letter, on American Red Cross notepaper, postmark 9-9-44] 9-8-44 Hi Hon: Just a line from Rest Camp to let you know I’m still alive—even though I’m not every happy about it. God, what a “head.” Oh well, the “head” is only temporary—and I sure am having a whale of a time. There is a sign in front of me that says I cannot tell you where I am right now—but I can tell you that I’ve been here. Since I’ve told you that I am here—you’ll have to wait until I get back to where I came from so I can tell you where I’ve been. It may sound complicated to you—but to me—well, I can see it as plainly as I can see these three pens in my hand writing this letter. The price we mortals have to pay the morning after. By the way, I sent you a package yesterday. A couple of souveniers—table napkins or something. One set is for your and one for your mother. All I could find to buy you for our anniversary is three pairs of silk stockings. Ha—I thought that would make you take notice. I also sent you a bracelet—a souvenier affair. I’m sorry I couldn’t get any more stockings. I imagine Peg and Mom would like a couple of pair—but I bought the last four pair. I sent the other pair to Jen. I love you hon. Love, Ang September 9. Up about 9:30. No mail. Downtown shopping. Saw “Going My Way”. Very good. Read all evening. Bed 12:30. September 10. To late Mass. Had the strangest feeling all day - as though something was going to happen. Wrote letters all day. Home alone. Mom had date.  Sketch of Ang done at Broadway Bill's in Rome. [Letter, postmark 9-11-44.] 9-10-44 Corsica Hi Hon: Back again—and practically in one piece—I guess. Now that I’m back from where I’ve been—I can tell you where I’ve been. As if you didn’t know—I’ve been in Rome. Naturally you want to know all about the visit—but I’m afraid I’ll have to do it in chapters. I’ve got so much to write about—that I’d have to make a package of this letter if I did it all at once. So, I’d better tell you the most important things—and leave the lesser things to later letters. Of course the most important thing is—what did I send you—naturally! In the first package I sent you three pairs of silk stockings—a souvenir bracelet—and a souvenir some-thing-or-other (I believe it’s a napkin set). There are two of them—one for you and one for your mother. In the second package are various souvenirs I picked up. One is a booklet with pictures of the various places I visited—I’ve scrawled my impressions all over it. You might find them interesting. Also a picture of me taken in “Broadway Bill’s” joint—and also a caracture (I don’t know how to spell it) drawn in the same place. Its really a beauty—what a profile—I think its cute. Also several photos of the Pope & St. Peters. I meant to send some to your grandmother, but didn’t have her address so you can send them for me. There are also a few other souvenirs. In the third package are two rosaries—blessed by the Pope—I’ll tell you about that later. I sent a pair of silk stockings to Jen—and various souvenirs to the folks. I also sent a rosary to Gram Hend. and a cross to Gram Har. both of them blessed by the Pope. I thought they might like them for that reason. I had to send them in care of my folks because of the lack of address. By the way, one of the two rosaries in your package is for Peg. And now to get to the “blessed by the Pope” business. I’ve always told you I would see the Pope for you—and so I did. We went up to the Sistine Chapel to see him. We lined up along the center aisle. He was carried in thru the back door and up to his throne in front. After giving us his blessings, he stepped down from the throne and came down the aisle blessing objects that people held out to him. Occasionally he stopped and talked to someone. They say he talks 27 languages—and I believe it, because there was a variety of people and he spoke to them in their own tongue. He stopped in front of me and talked to me for a few moments in English. Our conversation is recorded in the booklet I sent you. He then blessed the rosaries and the cross I held. It certainly was a thrill for me—I wish you had been with me. So, now when your priest gives you rough treatment at confession—you can tell him to watch his step or you’ll have your husband talk to the Pope. On second thought—if you have much to confess while I’m away—maybe I’d better talk to him about you. There was a stack of letters when I got back—and I sure got a kick out of your being refused a drink. I told you what that dress did to you—ha! I sure got a kick out of it. I also got the pictures you sent me—I think they are very nice. Herm sure looks cute in his uniform. By the way, tell Mom & Peg that I’m sorry I couldn’t get any silk stockings for them—that’s all there was—and no more. Maybe my next trip. It’s a good thing I’ve been a little lucky—those things cost boco money—six bucks a pair to be exact. I hope they hold up. I guess that’s all for now honey—I love you dearly. I only wish you were with me on these trips—we could really have a time. I’m always thinking of how much you would enjoy things that I’ve seen—Oh well, maybe one of these days. I love you darling—Love, Ang
 Flight log. Mission #35. September 11, 1944. September 11. Had that feeling again this morning???? Almost had an apartment - but just a wild goose chase. Also had a warning from 502. Nuts. Form 5. C-11, Combat flight as navigator, B-25J, 2:05h [FROM ANG'S FLIGHT LOG. MISSION #35.] 35 9-11 North of Florence Troop Concentrations Light scant & inac No holes. [verso: "Henthorn, G.R. Carroll, G.L."] [I don't have a crew sheet. The 486th diary describes it as a "frag mission on enemy defense positions -- results--excellent."]  Flight log. Mission #36. September 13, 1944. September 12. Work so-so today. Not so cool either. Mr. S for dinner - to movies alone. It’s very late so to bed. September 13. Today almost like a fall day—quite coolish in fact. Read for while—but wrote letters for most part. Bot robe for Mrs. A. 11:00. Form 5. C-13, Combat flight as navigator, B-25J, 3:20h [FROM ANG'S FLIGHT LOG. MISSION #36.] 36 9-13 Pavia RR Bridge 1. Short. 2. West approach No flak [No crew sheet available. In his 2nd letter of this date, Ang describes it as "screwed up" mission but I don't see anything to indicate problems in the Group or Squadron diaries. ]  One of the rosaries Ang sent back from Rome. Blessed by the Pope. [Letter, typed on typing paper, postmark 9-13.] 9/13/44 Corsica Hi Honey- First of all—I want it understood that Im using a German typewriter—and I’m not at all certain what will happen when I hit certain key; I don’t even doubt that a booby trap will go off any minute now. Boy, what a screwed up contraption this thing is. Anybody that tells you that the Germans are efficient—you can crown them for me. And now to get down to business. I got the receipt from Fort Sam for the first 200 bucks I sent them—I’m enclosing it; I guess the one for 300 will be here in a day or two. I’m sending them another 500 bucks today—I’ve been rather lucky again this month—If my luck holds out and I stay over here long enough I ought to be quite rich. I am also enclosing a money order for 50.00 for you as a anniversary present. Buy something foolish with it—such as I would have gotten for you if I were home. Happy Anniversary Sweetheart—I only wish I was there to give you something else besides money. Oh me, why do I think of such things? In your last letter I got an idea of why you went to the doctor—I never did get the letter telling me why. I’m sorry I got so excited—and I’m glad you finally went. Do whatever you think is best about your tonsils. Yes, I do expect to be home in 3-4 months. I already have 35 missions to my credit—so it shouldn’t take too long to finish up. I doubt if I make it for Christmas—but we should be able to celebrate my birthday together for sure. Yes I had heard that the wives can live with their husbands at rest camp—and I think I can arrange to spend mine at L.A. or there abouts. Now to get back to my trip to Rome. The Air Forces have set up a Rest camp there—and its really a beauty. They have taken over three of the best hotels in town for us. They really try everything that’s possible for us to make us forget about combat for a few days. Clean sheets—inner-spring mattresses—a nice dining room—wonderful food and a small orchestra to play for us while we eat. Ho hum—what a life! They even have two officer’s clubs that set up in American night club style. The one I had my picture taken in was “Broadway Bills”—Its quite a dump! It takes up the whole basement of a big building—and its made up to look somewhat like the catacombs. Its rather novel—would make a fortune in the states. They have a band—and you feel right at home. The other place is the Apollo Club—its really nice and has a roof garden on top—with bands in both places. They even have a floor show downstairs. Honey you have never lived until you have heard some Italian babe sing “Pistol Packing Mamma” and “Merzi Doats” in Italian—its really a scream. I did enjoy it very much though. You should see the Red Cross officers club—its even nicer than the one they have in Chicago—what a place! The Red Cross conducts two tours a day for the boys—and they show you everything they can in three hours. One could spend weeks in this town and still not see everything—the whole town is full of ruins. We spent about ½ an hour in the catacombs. They extend for 17 miles and you’d have to spend a week underground to see them all. Of course we saw lots of other things—but you can get a better idea from the booklet I sent you than from a letter. Let me rave for a minute about St. Peters—I have never seen anything like it in my life—its stupendous. I guess it’s the biggest church in the world—and also the most beautiful. The beauty of the altar and the dome is breathtaking. You know that it takes a lot to impress me—but the inside of that church knocked the breath right out of me. They claim that on certain days there are over 100,000 people packed in—can you imagine that. You know how cold “art” leaves me—well I’m still gasping from what I saw in there. The statues of Michelangelo and the oil paintings by him and other old masters are beyond description. I guess that’s it honey—I love you very much. Love, Ang I hope you don’t mind the typing.  From Ang's scrapbook. Rome. The Coleseum.  From Ang's scrapbook. Ticket for Catacombes in Rome. American Red Cross Snack Bar ticket. [Letter, postmark 9-14.] 9-13-44 Corsica Hi Honey: Please excuse any screwiness about this letter—because I’m drunker than a hoot owl. I’ve had a screwed up rough mission and I’ve got good reason to get drunk---whoopie. The only reason I’m writing this letter is to inform you that I won another five hundred bucks last night. And, the only reason I’m doing that is so I won’t take it over and lose it tonight. Now that I’ve told you, I’ll have to hold on to it and send the M.O. tomorrow or catch hell. Please raise hell if I don’t send it. On second thought, wait just one minute and I’ll give it Skeezix to hide so I won’t find it. -- -- -- -- -- A pause for five minutes while I close my eyes and he hides the money. I saw the little jerk put it in my gas mask—but its safe because I would hurt his feelings if I took it out. What a kid! I’m not so drunk that I don’t realize how silly this letter sounds—so I’d better close now while I’ve still got a wife. I love you sweets—Love, Ang  From Ang's scrapbook. Postcards from Rome. |
AuthorJoni Adams Sesma, daughter of Angelo and Elizabeth Adams. Ang served on Corsica with the 57th Bomb Wing, 340th Bomb Group, 486th Bomb Squadron. April 1944-April 1945. Archives
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