Hello darlings,
I found a few spare moments to write for once. The general chatter floating around now really has everyone on edge. The fellows think they are moving to primary. I think it’s phony so I don’t worry about it. We’ve just completed about three weeks of school. So far my average in all of the classes has been very good. Some poor kids are flunking left and right. One friend of mine from Illinois is really in a bad way. He has to go to special study every night from 7 to 9 PM.
We have just started a new course in physics-it’s pretty hard for me so I study most of my evenings away. We have a test in every class every day. You know how I worry about tests-I’m just about a nervous wreck. Our schedule has been changed for this week and I think it’s for the good. We have classes all morning from 8 to 12pm. Then in the afternoon we have our drill and physical drill. Our physical drill has been getting harder each day. They give us 10 sets of exercises that are really tough! I chinned myself more than anyone else in the squadron yesterday. The fellows think I’m going to kid now. They make us run the 880 yard run every day. It almost killed me at first but, lately I can keep up with Pete (Bud Peterson) for a short distance anyway. He was a long-distance runner at the University of Minnesota. He’s really quite a kid.
My job as section marcher is really a pip-I do all the work and the other kids have it pretty soft. As a rule the commander has the soft job. Oh well, my commanding officer likes me anyway. I guess it’s because my flight leader made a mistake during the Sunday Parade and I gave the right command that put the whole flight in step with the band. I’m not bragging mother-I hope you don’t think that!
I took some snaps the other day-it was the first I’ve had a chance since we started school. We have to keep on the ball around here so we can go to primary. I’d really love to come back for a few weeks so I could see the town again. I really miss my lovely home. Have you kept my same pictures on the wall and the beds made, because someday I’ll be back (I hope with a pair of silver wings).
Love Jim.
I spilled Coke on this patch. Have you heard the new law passed? Anyone that has enlisted after July 15-42 won’t get a commission-if he gets his wings he is a flying warrant officer. I’m really glad I joined when I did now.