Dear Mother,
We have been working incessantly lately-no leisure time at all-even on the flight line. The only good thing about it is we are upperclassman and command respect from all dodos-(lower-class men). We are living in the upperclassmen barracks now. Two men to a room-it’s pretty soft isn’t it. Quite a few more men have washed in their 20 hour check. Gosh! I’m glad I got by-aren’t you?
These pictures I’m sending were taken by a fellow cadet, consequently, I only have a few. So, I’m sending Thelma two and you two-now, don’t boil Mother-Thelma would kill me if I didn’t send her any and you’d kill me if I forgot you. So I compromised and divided equally. They aren’t very good anyway-as you can plainly see. But at least you can get an idea how your Air Corps cadet looks.
When the new boys came and we had a mixup of instructors-my new instructor is by far the better man. He teaches flying the way it should be taught. He doesn’t scream his head off at every little mistake-he just tells me what I am doing wrong and shows me himself. He’s one of the oldest in experience, men at Rankin. Everyone likes him. I hope he can teach me something.
Well darlings, we have a standby inspection tomorrow-that means windows, shoes, beds, lockers, everything must be spotless.
I must get busy now so-I’ll cut my letter short.
Love Jim