MissingTexas
The last letter, written late in February, had said: "I am now ten miles back of the battlefront and can hear firing. We are bombed every night, sometimes three times a night. Our wounded are pouring into camp. Up until this time, war has been a pleasant experience. But now it has become gruesome."
With that note of honest battle-weariness Colonel Neel Kearby, one of the great U.S. fighter pilots of World War II, signed off. Next word to reach his pretty, auburn-haired wife, Virginia, and their three husky little boys in San Antonio, Tex. was the dreaded War...
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