8 December, 1942.
Hi Again Brother,
Loved your letter, as always. Sounds like you’re headed to Italy. Try at all costs not to damage Venice. I dream about walking over the small bridges, water everywhere. Sigh, some day, if this war is ever over! Congratulations on becoming a “Pilot before Pontius.” That’s my brother! Heralded as an experienced flyer!
Guess what? I found an old book by Kahlil Gibran in the bookshelf while looking for a dress pattern. The Prophet. It must have been Dad’s. So like him to be so introspective. Gregg, not only did the book make me feel close to him, reading it was a revelation. It addresses life’s every eventuality, un-complicates each, then offers a solution or a balm. Amazing. You must read it. I’ll keep it for you.
So, my confidant (tee hee), here’s my r
