Monday, May 30, 2011

Letter from Uncle Jake - September 1, 1942

Air Forces Advanced Flying School
Roswell School
Roswell, NM
8/1/1942

Dear Mom, Dad, Jan, Jed, and Verne,

Verne, if anything happens to Jack - Well those Japs haven't seen nothin-

I got a letter from Jack Saturday and a telegram Sunday evening. Looks like he is seeing 50 times as much of the world in 1/10 of the time as I am. I'll be over there in 5 months - We aren't getting leave, so if you can I wish you all come down around the 25th. I would like Ruth to come with you. I haven't said anything to her about it.
Mom, here is something I guess I had better tell you. Don't worry about me getting married. I am not going to even think about it until this is over. They say war changes a man. Well - I'd hate to get married and after all this is over discover that I had changed so much that my own wife wouldn't know me. God knows, I've changed too much as it is. When this is over I will have time to think about it.
We are in the flood stage part of the year. Been raining all day - all ships grounded - no flying -
Oh yeah- I got a big box of homemade cookies Friday. Sure good too- Who from? Ruth- Good cook.
Get paid today or tomorrow, will send you a little. After this month I will be able to help you more - But not much this month. It is going to take around $200 before I get through this month- All of our uniforms have to fit perfectly. The colonel is going to inspect each one individually for fit. Mine hasn't come in yet. I think I go downtown tomorrow and get measured again. The tailors say that our class has lost the most weight around the waist than any other class. We were measured for uniforms the first came here.
Was told an hour ago that we were going to get leaves. Today we do, tomorrow we don't. That's just how much they know. Go ahead and plan on me not getting one.
Well, Mom , I am nearing the end of a nine month search. A search for that commission. As the end is nearing you can't imagine how glad I am that it is almost over. I have about 60 more bombs to drop-my bombing is improving and if it keeps on I may be one of the few Distinguished
Bombardiers. As it I am now in the group known as Master Bombardiers. I hope I end up in one of the two classes- One more week (4 days) of groung school and I am through with Ground School. I wish I could tell you a little about the training I have gone through - but that will just have to wait until I am free to talk. I'm afraid that no one outside of pilots and bombardiers can appreciate the value of a good bombardier. A baseball team without a homerun slugger is just like an airplane without a good bombardier. When you read about some pilot flying one of those Flying Fortresses on a bombing raid or about a certain pilot destroying a munition plant - train etc, you can be sure that he drove the plane and the bombardier did the rest.
Of course we all like to have a good pilot because it is easier for us to bomb with a good pilot. 30 seconds after we see a target - we drop a bomb. From 12,000 feet-100 seconds after sighting- we drop- Don't say anything about any of that to any one.
Incidentally - I started out poor in my bombing - reason - too darn nervous- I'm not nervous now. One thing I can say - you really earn your commission as a Flying Officer. Something that can't be done in six weeks. "nuff said"
Papa Crow would sure be proud of his bunch now - All of us in the Army - one with a commission - one getting his- one trying to get one-None of us drafted-
Well will quit so I can get this off. Maybe my letters will be longer from now on - now that it is almost over.
Jake
PS. I am going to see George Anne & family Saturday.
Keep this telegram for me. Will send more money if you need it.

James America Hearn died in a plane crash September 1, 1943, one year to the day after this letter was written. Jack was my Dad, Verne was my mother and Jed was his nickname for my baby brother who was his namesake. We lived with my paternal grandparents during the war, my Dad was in the South pacific. Papa Crow was their grandfather. I do not know who the George Anne he mentioned in the PS is. Although he did say in this letter that he would not get married until after the war, a telegram dated September 29 said, Got wings, got commission and new wife, Ruth. I have transcribed this letter as written. Jake loved to use dashes instead of periods. It was a surprise to me that while reading this letter to my husband today I started crying. Crying because I never got to know this sweet young man who my mother said adored me and would spend hours rocking me when I was a baby.


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