December, 15th.
My
dearest darling Helen,
I
just wanted to remind you of how much I truly love you. As I write this my love, I am sitting in an
old hut waiting on the fog and weather to lift. Did I tell you my pilot was
born in Scotland but went to the States when he was a kid? I’ll introduce you
to him, next time we are home.
I
have told the band that I will be in Paris tonight and that they will follow on
in the morning. They all deserve some time off, no matter how brief.
As
each night passes I miss all of you more and more, please hug Steven and Jonnie
for me and tell them that Daddy loves them.
I
have just had a meal at the club with David and as usual his stories of
Hollywood and the life of a movie star can keep me entertained for hours. I have
promised Mister D. Niven that we will all have a vacation together the minute I am
back. I promise.
Have
I told you how much I love you?
I
was going to post this in England but as there is no one else here I will keep
it and post it in Paris in the morning. That I promise, too.
See
you soon, my love,
G .xxx
Major
Glenn Millar
AAC
Orchestra.
Glenn Miller disappeared over the
English Channel, December 15th 1944
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