Darlings:
I hope you get this letter-I hear you were up north-I hope it kills that hayfever.
I don’t know why you waste money on those shots, mother.
Your son is nearly a veteran-he has totaled nearly 4 hours in the air. My instructor howls at me from the minute the wheels leave the ground until they settle.
I guess the poor guys take quite a beating if they have many students like myself. Gosh! I hope I can fly-it’s wonderful to fly-
Do you know what it cost to send us up in the air for an hour. It costs Uncle Sam $16 an hour. At least, that’s what it would cost us if we wanted to buy our hours. I think we had a wonderful chance in the Air Corps. I’m trying my darndest to make a good pilot. We take quite a beating from the instructors but, I can take that-and more.
Thelma sent me the most beautiful pair of sunglasses. Gosh! She’s really swell. I really miss that gal and my family-I hope to see you all some day with my wings. I bet Dad would be proud of me. The fellows were comparing family pictures yesterday. They all thought my parents and little sister were so good looking-I’m so lucky-I realize it more each day. I haven’t been out on a pass for three weeks-I can save money that way. I don’t bother with the girls-they seem pretty cheap beside Thelma.
Well, write soon,
Your loving son,
Jim