Dear Mother, Dad, and Jocie;
We had a wonderful trip down here, but we went through the mountains at night, so I didn’t see some of the biggest ones.
We arrived here yesterday and did we work. We learned how to make beds, correct table manners, and all of the Air Corps customs.
The only heartbreaking thing about it is that Eric and I are split up. It could have been avoided so easily but, that’s the Air Corps life I guess.
I am with a swell bunch of fellows that I met on the train. We all work together on our rooms and I haven’t heard any griping yet.
Today I was assigned latrine duty (cleaning the toilet). It was quite a job but, we had a lot of fun doing it.
When we arrived we were hazed by the older fellows but, that’s all you can expect from the upperclassmen. They made fun of us in many ways. They asked us if we have brought our P. 38’s with us. The P. 38 is a type of airplane.
We have been issued our “zoot suit”. This is a mechanic suit. It is made a very good material and looks very neat. It fits tightly about the ankles to keep the Santa Anna dust out. The dust is terrible out here but, I guess everybody gets used to it.
Well dear family I miss you all and please do write soon.
Jim.