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Date: 14th 1943
Mom, Dad & Family
Peter Biollo

Easter Sunday.

Dear Mom, Dad and Family,

Howdy everybody – how are you all? Fine I hope! I received your very welcome parcel last nite. It was swell and the cookies really hit the spot, I had a lot of trouble keeping some for myself. They were so good and fresh that the boys nearly mobbed me, but I got my share ok. They were luscious Mom – thanks a million honey! How’s that dearest? The card was beautiful too everybody, everything made me a little homesick – I love you all so much. I have the very best reason in the world to go into battle. The little basket you made and the lovely card Dolores were lovely. Thanks a lot. The candy in it was swell too – yum-yum. I want to wish you all the best at Easter and in all the years to come. I am sending a poem I have been working on and have just finished, as my Easter card. I hope you like it.

Well how has the weather been out there? I am on a 48 now and I have been out in the sun in my bathing suit. It sure was swell to lay around and soak up the heat. It turned turtle today tho and we are having a nasty dust storm. There is only one week left before exams, so I am going to be busy studying. I guess I won’t get to Winnipeg after all. This is one time, at least, that work comes first. Thanks a lot for the papers Dad – there is plenty of good reading in them. Are you still working late? Are you still short a helper? Hello Ray did my bunny bring your egg? He did? Woweee. How is little Barbara – give her a mush-push for me eh? Atta boy. Hello all my big and little sisters. Did the bunny visit you too? Tell me all about it. Well it won’t be long now folks, about 3 weeks and then wings parade and leave. What’s my camera like – don’t forget to send me a picture of you all taken with it. Do the planes keep poring in? Well everybody I must go now so I’ll close wishing you all, all of the best and love in this Easter Season.

Bye now.
Love to all.

P.S. How about a line from Miriam and Fran?

Bombardiers – Our Song

Here we are, sons of earth
High among the silvered cloud
Up for battle we go forth
High in spirit, gay and proud

Our wings are new, sturdy and strong
Forged by the evil deeds of wrong
To turn upon the beasts of hate
And surely, to seal their fate

We’re free and young and born to fly
Where birds once ruled, – now I
With wings of steel, shiny and strong
Will avenge the hate, the lust, the wrong

Our hearts are free, our souls are ours
Our speed is great, our power greater
We’ll smash them down, we’ll burn them under
And they’ll shudder to hear our thunder

Maybe you know – we’re bombardiers
We don’t know fear, we don’t know tears
Our eye is keen, our hand is steady
And our voice is clear when we yell “Ready”

We whip through skies grey with grief
Our ship is loaded, fast and swift
We do our jobs without relief
But we can take it – don’t need a lift

And when we sight our target – far below
Our nerves are tense for the coming blow
Of the steel and the heat and fire of our hate
Loosed on the heads of our earthly bait

So back us up, lift and push
And keep our wings from out the dust
We’ll aim ’em straight and watch ’em “mush”
For you folks at home – that – we must.

My Easter card to you folks at home!!



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