Darlings,
We were scheduled to start our night flying tonight but, I guess I fly tomorrow instead. I’m sitting by my bed with my little radio. I am listening to some hymns I can remember so well. “Stand up! Stand up! For Jesus” and “onward Christian soldiers” – gosh! Darlings, I can remember not so many years ago when I sang those sweet hymns. I can still see Dad standing beside me in church. I was always so proud of him because he had such a nice voice. Then we would file out after the sermon-Mr. Hoefner there at the door waiting to shake our hands. Gosh! The old neighborhood will look good when I come back.
Seriously, darlings, I wish you would look for a new home after Jocie finishes school. The good old friends we knew seem to be leaving. I’ll bet that neighborhood will look like “Sam Scratch” in a few years. I’m contradicting myself today.
Well, darlings, I’m so glad you’re feeling up to par now. It must’ve been a rugged winter. I have ordered my blouse, two wool green shirts-one pair of pink pants-one pair of green pants-and a garrison hat. I will wait until I get into town for the fancy stuff. I bought this much at our Post Exchange. I looked some private stores uniforms over but, thought the P.X. had them beat. And cheaper too.
Love, Jim
They can’t get the material Uncle Sam can.