Dear Mother, Dad and Jocie
Four of your letters came yesterday-they were wonderful darlings. Say, Mother, don’t think I have washed out, because I haven’t (knock on wood) but, I wanted to impress upon you that washing out is not an uncommon occurrence here. If I ever did wash I could try bombardier. I have written to a friend of mine who selected bombardier instead of pilot. He likes it very much and is very happy he made the choice. I think this Air Corps is alright-you have a pretty good chance of getting your commission-that’s what I want.
Now that football season has come again, we cadets, are following the games, especially Minnesota. They certainly gave Pittsburgh a licking today. It will be fun to argue with the boys from Wisconsin, Illinois, and Michigan. I hope Minnesota goes through undefeated.
So they are going to cut off the fuel oil now, gosh! It’s not so good is it. Also that darn gas rationing. Dad will probably have enough rationed to him so he can carry on with his business.
I’m flying away from the field now-gosh! It seems swell to have the feeling that you and you alone make the plane stay up there. We are flying many more hours now a day. Quite a few haven’t soloed yet-they feel pretty bad about it but, soloing doesn’t mean so much. Some guys in the upper class didn’t solo for 17 hours and made it all the way through. While some solo before eight hours and wash. Flying game isn’t very certain. Well darlings, thank you for your lovely letters-
Love, Jim