Another day of this miserable waiting for God knows what. My mood is irritating to all about me. I curse the war. I curse the muddling around in it. I curse this interminable waiting again. Hell, I just curse. Why? Because I can’t be home with my loved ones. Neither can I fight for them. Just suspended between nowhere and nothing. An example? Went out to fly this a.m. Damn plane’s got half the rivets moved out of the wing, a no good tire and a left fuel tank with a leak in it.
All we get is the runaround, and the dubious designation of sack commando. Holy heck! Why don’t we move up? School is old after two years of it. My God, I could scream from the dull downright monotony.
Peacetime nerves, not combat nerves. Hell, how could it be?
Notes & Commentary:
The stress of waiting and the unknown appears to lay increasingly heavy upon Wayne’s mind.