Letters from Everett Meriwether, delivered Sept 12 1942...
Sent Sept 5, 1942
To his family in South Carolina:
Dear Momma,
I won't tell you I'm fine, because you always were able to tell when I was fibbing, but all my parts are still attached and more or less working, though right now Great-Uncle Jonathan would have the definite advantage in a foot race even if he spotted me one of his canes.
You'd be proud of your baby boy. Got everyone home in one piece except Captain Mitchell, and last we saw he'd bailed out so there's still hope. No, he's not a cousin, not unless we have kin in California. Thought he might be because he seems to have the family sense for when things are about to go wrong. Lucky thing, too, 'cause if it weren't for the two of us having funny feelings about that mission, not sure any of us would've come back.
I don't know yet if I'm going to be sent home - seems the Army photographer thinks I'm pretty enough to go on tour as a war hero. I'll let you know soon as I do.
Give my love to everyone,
Everett
~*~*~*~
To Christina Howe in Salem, magickally forwarded to England:
Chris,
Had this feeling I should write to you. Hope you haven't been reading the papers too closely, because you would've seen my name and maybe even my picture, and I wouldn't want you to worry. Looks like I'm going to be grounded - not sure if I'll be walking again, and sure not going to be flying.
Got all my people home except my captain, so it was worth it. Can't tell you any more than that, any more than you could tell me what you were doing last time we talked, but I hope it's going well for you.
Love,
Everett
To his family in South Carolina:
Dear Momma,
I won't tell you I'm fine, because you always were able to tell when I was fibbing, but all my parts are still attached and more or less working, though right now Great-Uncle Jonathan would have the definite advantage in a foot race even if he spotted me one of his canes.
You'd be proud of your baby boy. Got everyone home in one piece except Captain Mitchell, and last we saw he'd bailed out so there's still hope. No, he's not a cousin, not unless we have kin in California. Thought he might be because he seems to have the family sense for when things are about to go wrong. Lucky thing, too, 'cause if it weren't for the two of us having funny feelings about that mission, not sure any of us would've come back.
I don't know yet if I'm going to be sent home - seems the Army photographer thinks I'm pretty enough to go on tour as a war hero. I'll let you know soon as I do.
Give my love to everyone,
Everett
~*~*~*~
To Christina Howe in Salem, magickally forwarded to England:
Chris,
Had this feeling I should write to you. Hope you haven't been reading the papers too closely, because you would've seen my name and maybe even my picture, and I wouldn't want you to worry. Looks like I'm going to be grounded - not sure if I'll be walking again, and sure not going to be flying.
Got all my people home except my captain, so it was worth it. Can't tell you any more than that, any more than you could tell me what you were doing last time we talked, but I hope it's going well for you.
Love,
Everett