The Lucky Bastard Club: Letters to My Bride from the Left Seat
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Jack was two years older, sharp and confident; and totally swept off his feet by her.

Lt. Roy R. (Jack) Fisher, Jr. left his bride of only 3 months to go to war. At the tender age of 21, he was assigned a brand new B-17 bomber; and given responsibility for the lives of nine other men.

An intimate portrait of newlyweds torn apart, this is the story of a love which began in high school and blossomed in the hot house of world war. Join Roy (Jack) in this powerful first-hand account of World War II, seen through a pilot's daily letters to his bride at home.


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Joyce was independent and smart; and not afraid to reveal either.

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In every generation those who believe in the right are called to defend it, sometimes at great cost to themselves. Letters are a point of contact to the life -- and the love -- they have to leave.

Joyce, My own,

I spent an hour or two last night rereading a lot of your letters and darling -- you seemed so close. It was almost as if you were right here in bed with me --talking in my ear. I've been able to keep so close to you that in times of stress when I think I can't go on -- a few lines to you about my troubles always seems to help.

All my love,

Jack

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