Darlings,
Another day-another dollar. Twenty two more days until the great day. Gosh! It doesn’t seem possible. That will be the greatest day of my life. That is if I don’t get instructor. Instructor is OK if you are satisfied to teach but, I want to see action. Of course if we get instructor there is nothing we can do-darn it.
We flew again last night-we finished our night cross-countrys but, still have some nighttime to get so we shoot landings for our remaining hours.
Gosh, mom, your little son will have so much to talk about when he gets back. We will probably never get to bed. Did you know that your son burns up about 150 gallons of gas a day.
I’ll bet Dad wishes he could get those precious gallons but, it’s not wasted, believe me.
I can hardly wait until that graduation day. It will be the first class to graduate from this field so they are planning a big show. Wish you were here for it. I have worried so darn much I think I will collapse when they give me those wings.
Well so long,
Jim