Darlings,
I am beginning to accustom myself to this desert life now. The climate is so dry my lips crack and peel but, I use lip ice so that isn’t so bad. All the boys have cut their hair short. You just can’t have long hair and keep it clean in this sand.
Our commandant told us that a man from Phoenix was coming to fit us with our officers uniforms. Gosh! They certainly seem pretty sure about this thing don’t they. I hope he has some good looking uniforms because if Jim Jago is buying his officers uniform-it’s going to be the best they have. I have been saving my money for two months now. The government gives us a clothing allowance of $150 but the complete uniform will cost more than that. I would give anything if I could walk into 5044 with my big silver wings displayed upon a beautiful uniform. The main reason for my working so darn hard at flying is that I want to prove to my Mom, Dad, and girl-I can make the grade, even though I’m just a kid.
Some of the airplane mechanics that say “Sir” to me every day have a degree in college. It seems funny but, if they don’t give a darn if they grease the plane-nobody’s going to give you something for nothing-I have learned that so well-I can remember Dad telling me that before I left-how true it is.
Well darlings-stay well now.
Your loving son,
Jim