in the same hut, and we studied together, flew together, and wherever one of us could be found, there was the other. We tried to get assigned to the same station for Certification, but we missed it. I was sent to France in January, and Herb stayed in England. In March, I was sent on to Germany with a Combat Control Team, and when I got back to my Station in France on the 1st of June, I was extremely happy to find that Herb was my roomate.
I know very little about his sickness. He said one day that he felt run-down, and had no appetite. He checked in at the Gp Hospital, and was sent to a Station Hospital, and from there to a General Hospital. He phoned me and told me he was being sent to the States by air, so I sent his small suitcase to him. That's the last I heard till I received your letter.
You and Herb, and my wife and I have much in common. I was married August 21, 1943, the day I was Commissioned, and we had four months together. I left on Dec 26, 1943. I don't mind