Yesterday was Armistice Day but, we carried on-just the same-Uncle Sam needs pilots.
Darlings,
Your letter arrived today-I certainly hope dad can procure a class B ration book. I think he can too, seeing it’s so necessary.
I’m glad to hear little Jocie (maybe she’s a grown-up young lady now) is feeling better. Gosh! How I’d like to see all of you again. I have so many things to tell you. We could have so much to talk about after dinner now. The food here is good but, it can’t compare with my darling mother’s home cooking. If I could get my hands on one of your pasties again-oh boy!
Dad’s letter was very interesting. All my roommates said “gosh! And we are kicking-your dad spent five Christmas days away from home” then I go on and brag about the exploits of my dad. Where he was wounded, how many years in the front line-et cetera. They really prick up their ears.
Another thing, darlings, don’t be so sure of your son. He can wash out just the same as anyone else. Poor Tony got it today. He’s heartbroken poor guy. Tony was always such a cheery kid. He can speak Italian fluently. He is very bright in ground school too but, he can’t land the B.T. so he’s gone.
Well, darlings, I am just about finished with my navigation problem-it is due tomorrow.
Your loving son and brother,
Jim