Dear Mother and Dad,
I haven’t had any time to myself lately, consequently, no letters. Our new camp is in our primary school. It is a basic flying school, the flyers (cadets) here have completed their primary training and are ready for advanced school. We are only going to stay here for a few days until our primary school is ready for us. Every day the upperclassman instruct us on the mechanics of the airplane. it really is interesting especially when we sit in them and play with the controls. I never believed anything could be so complicated. There are more darn instruments on that dashboard-
Gosh, I certainly hope I make good. I’m going to give it a darn good try anyway, believe me.
This field is situated pretty far inland-that makes it very hot. The average temperature is about 111° believe it or not, boy it’s really hot marching and having physical drill out in that sun. I’m glad my skin tans-everybody in the tent covers his face with a solid layer of cold cream before each formation. It really looks funny, all the white faces, and some tan ones.
Your little radio is working beautifully-it works much better than the other fellows radios. What I like about it, it’s so nice and tiny. I can put it anywhere. That is very important seeing we are living in tents now.
I don’t think it wise to write to me until I am stationed at Primary. I don’t think your letters would get through soon enough. We are so mixed. I will keep in touch with you.
Your loving son,
Jim