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Stone, Robert L. (1921-2009) to Jacob Stone

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Gilder Lehrman Collection #: GLC09620.041.01 Author/Creator: Stone, Robert L. (1921-2009) Place Written: Childress, Texas Type: Autograph letter signed Date: 14 August 1943 Pagination: 4 p. : envelope ; 27.3 x 19.4 cm. Order a Copy PDF Download(s): Transcript of document

Addressed to "Dad." It was great to talk to his father last night, phone calls are tough to get through. He writes about dropping his first bomb, and the swell instructors flying with him. The weather is bearable in flight, unlike down on the ground where it's unbearable. The town is dreadfuly boring, and "after this, combat outght to be easy."

Asks his father to send him a thermos, and a shaving kit, and to pass on a letter (not enclosed in the collection).

Letter is written on "Army Air Forces, Bombardier School, Childress, Texas," stationary and is dated as "Saturday Nite." "Letters in a Box" notes the date as August 14, 1943. Handwritten copy of GLC09620.041.02.

Robert "Bob" Stone was a Bombardier in World War II and served in the Pacific Front. These letters, were compiled by Bob's wife, Sheila M. Stone, and Ali Adair into a book named Letters in a Box. This book details Bob's service to his country, and his life after the war. Bob's letters were donated to the collection by his wife, Sheila M. Stone, in 2017. It contains a variety of letters, postcards, patches, pins, photographs, and scrapbooks that relate to Bob's training and combat missions.

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Saturday Nite
Dear Dad -
I can't tell you how swell it was to talk to you last night. I've wanted to call for quite some time but getting a call through is a real orgy-well worth it though, when the call finally got through.
This past week was a very tiring but interesting one. Every day we reported to the flight line at 12:00 and didn't get through until 5:30. There's an operations board where our missions are posted. Every day I flew at least one bombing mission. All week we flew dry runs until yesterday when I dropped my first bomb - quite exciting! From now on we'll being dropping several every day until we're through. The pilot and bombardier instructor assigned to me are just swell. Two great guys! After awhile we'll fly solo mission with only the pilot and no instructor along.
On each missions two student bombardiers go along. While one bombs the other takes pictures of the impact. There's a camera hatch

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in the rear of the ship and you stick the movie camera out of it when you hear "bombs away" over the interphones, and start grinding. We take pictures to give statistics an accurate record of the impact.
Since we've started bombing I've become comfortable for the first time since I've been in this god-forsaken state. On the ground the temperature is anywhere from 105°-115° while up at 12,000 feet we're actually cold when the mercury drops down to 60°. Believe it or not we take a sweater along cause it's so cold up there. The heat has been unberable [sic] out here, and they say it's the hottest spell they've had here in years - just our luck!!
Before I forget, I wonder if you'd do me a big favor, Dad? I'd really appreciate it if you could get me a Thermos bottle to take along when we fly. 'Twould be swell if you could arrange it. Also, I'm in dire need of a good shaving brush and the P.K. hasn't much to offer. If you could get me one I'd really appreciate it, Dad.
The grind out here continues unrelentingly day after day. We lost two more kids out of our class cause they just couldn't take it, so they quit. We've lost an amazing number

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because of airsickness. Riding in the rear of an AT-11 is no [struck: picknick] [inserted: joyride] on a rough afternoon. It's not like any other plane and even fellows who've had alot of time at pilot training just can't take it. Our instructors and pilots say they'd be sick too if they had to ride in the back. On this score I've been darn luck in not being effected even on the roughest days we've had.

That certainly is swell news about Ken. I certainly think he's a lucky guy and can't envy him enough. Being stuck out here in Texas without a chance of getting home, doesn't make for too bright a future. I really think he has a swell set-up and his getting engaged just makes it perfect.
Tomorrow our class has to take the "64" which is the long complete physical you get if you are a member of an aircrew. It's the one we took about six months ago down at Nashville when we were classified.
Can't think of any other news to report from Shangri-La. We don't do a darn thing here but go to ground school and fly. I've been to town (which is nothing) only once in seven weeks. It just isn't worth it. This is really an indescribably miserable place. In fact

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we don't understand why we're not getting overseas pay. After this, combat ought to be easy.
Every morning for P.T. they run us around the track 8 times making a little over a mile. Then some days we get the obstacle course which is a looloo. They have us doing things I never thought possible before. We do 'em though!
Again Dad, it was swell to talk to you and we'll have to do it again some time before too long. It's so darn lonely here that [struck: 's] [inserted: it's] good to hear from home.
My love to all-
Bobby

P.S. I'm writing Ken and Bunny a joint letter that I'd appreciate you're getting to Bunny cause I don't know her address. Have her be sure to save it for Ken until he's in again.

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A/C R. L. Stone 12120188
Class 43-15
Squadron 7 Flight D
Childress, Texas
Lt. Comdr. J. C. Stone
375 Park Avenue
New York City
N. Y.

Stone, Robert L., 1921-2009
Stone, Jacob, fl. 1894-1985

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