Darlings,
Thanksgiving today-we carried on just the same as usual-flying in the morning and school in the afternoon. I am worried stiff about my flying. I think I flunked my instrument check today. I just can’t seem to fly anymore. I don’t know what’s the matter. I was going along fairly well for a while. Oh, well, let’s change the subject. All I want you to know is-if I do wash-I tried my darndest that’s all any guy could do. I don’t catch onto things quick enough I guess, gosh, I’m worried to death.
Well, darlings, this is the first time I have missed the big dinner at home. I’m telling you I really did miss it too. When I’m down in the dumps-like I have been lately-I think what a sap I was to join up.
I hope someday, I can prove otherwise. I am sending a picture of the basic trainer. It’s quite a jump from the training ship, isn’t it? Gosh! I wish you could see it. That’s impossible though.
I had the biggest scare of my life today. The cadet O.D. came running up to my room saying, I had a telephone call. I rushed like a madman to the office-dressing as I ran. When I answered the phone an unfamiliar voice told me to brace myself. Then they said my Dad was killed in an auto accident-Gosh! I darn near died when I heard it. Finally the voice asked me how I spelled my name. I told him and he said “I’m sorry the fellow we want is James Jargoe”-Gosh! What a relief-I feel bad enough about my flying-what a day I’ve had-well darlings, pray for me-I’ll need it-
your loving son,
Jim