Dear Mother,
Your pictures of Dad and Jocie were excellent. I think everyone in camp knows what my dad and kid sister look like. You must excuse the pencil mother because I’m writing this from the flight line. I just got down a few minutes ago-I didn’t have such a hot day today. Of course that’s to be expected I guess. You can’t have a good day every day. Another fellow in my bunch got a pink slip today-everyone has had a pink slip except me so far. Maybe he feels sorry for me because I am so young. Everybody gets a pink slip before their training is finished-unless they’re H. P.’s (hot pilot). You can start worrying when you get three in a row. Then you’re due for an army check ride. I’d worry myself sick if I had to go on a check ride. I always worried myself sick for nothing. My instructor gets a big kick out of me I guess. He says I consciously bite my tongue when I’m going through maneuvers. Remember when I did that, mother? I had a bad headache for a couple of days. I guess something had stopped my sinus passages. The flight surgeon gave me some drops-which cleared it up right away.
I have 7 hours and 30 minutes now. I’m mighty far away from soloing though. I guess the average cadet solos in about 12 hours. I hope I’m average.
I sent a letter to Two Harbors the other day but you have probably left Edison’s by now. Why don’t you stay up there for the entire hay fever season. Jocie could stay with Christianson’s couldn’t she?
Well, darlings, take care of yourselves and don’t worry about me.
Love Jim