Dearest Mother,
I am sending you this pair of silver wings-hoping you will wear them, and, think of your boy in the Air Corps. Some say I am too confident but, if I do wash out I’m still in the Air Corps anyway. All I hope is-someday I want the privilege of wearing a little larger pair on my tunic.
When I lived at home you put up with so much. I really didn’t deserve all the kindness I received. Someday I hope to repay you, darling. If I ever meant anything my Mother and Dad shall have the dream home they’ve wanted. I’m talking pretty big now, darling but, those are my honest sincere thoughts.
Here I am, a little boy, acting much older-learning a man’s job. War helped Dad and it will help me-it has already taught me to realize what a splendid home life I enjoyed. Thanks to you Mother, darling.
Your loving son,
Jim