8-Sep
Friday
We came back here, arriving just in time to fly. That flight proved to be as near as I have ever come to crashing. The plane would not leave the runway - dong IAS of 170. We dragged our landing gear through trees on the edge of the field. The rest of the afternoon was an eternity. Received word from Earl Friday, also. He gave me his telephone number so we could communicate. It took his letter 17 days to reach me. I waited four hours for the call to go through Friday night - then after saying little more than hello the line was cut - and that was all. We are still as apart as ever. Rumor has it we are going to England in a couple of days so I will try again then.
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