Hello darlings,
We are leaving for Primary in about a week-isn’t that good news? It’s pretty darn certain now I think-our C.O. said we’d leave in about the middle of next week. Gosh! I’m starting to worry about it already. The percentage of washouts is usually pretty darn high-especially in primary. Gosh I hope I make the grade-if I don’t make it-please don’t think I won’t try.
I really want to get those wings-none of them worked as hard as I have so far. This army life seems to grow on you after a while. At all times during the day we have to be on the lookout. Our bedspreads must be put on so tightly that a $.25 piece when dropped on the blanket will bounce up 2 inches. Everything must be just so-of course that won’t do me any harm. I don’t know how dad got into the habit of shining his shoes and keeping his clothes neat.
We are going to fire the Thompson sub machine gun tomorrow. That will be quite an experience they really are a deadly little weapon. They fire much faster than the ordinary field machine gun.
We took our final tests in our classes-I did darn well I think-of course, nothing comes easily for me but, if I work I can usually get it. Our physical finals are coming up tomorrow-they keep a record of our physical abilities throughout our entire training. We are supposed to improve each time we are tested. Well dears I will try to write more often.
Love Jim
PS Tell Aunt Ida I just couldn’t get to see Betty our weekends have been so indefinite.