Darlings,
Eleven more days!!! Boy! I can’t believe it. It seems that just the other day we were sitting in Santa Ana-gosh! You don’t know the silly things we worried about then. Will we get airsick? I wonder if we will wash out at primary. The washouts that returned to Santa Ana told us the weirdest stories. According to them nobody stood a chance. We thought they were experienced men-they had flown a plane-gosh!! Now when I look back-I can see why they didn’t make the grade. Most of them were braggarts-that’s something the army can’t stand-even if you are good. Many a good flyer has flunked due to his attitude.
We had another day of gunnery. One of our boys rolled up a marvelous score on Aerial gunnery. 25 hits in 100 shots is considered superb shooting. It seems that I am very lucky to hit the darn thing at all. It seems that all the way through I work darn hard before I get anywhere. Maybe that’s the best way-I don’t know.
Well, darlings, the hours are ticking by-your little son needs his sleep so until tomorrow-
Love,
Jim