Dear Mother, Dad and Jocie.
Haven’t had much time to write lately but I have a little time now waiting to go up. I hate to write in pencil but it’s all I have. To tell the truth I don’t know if I’m crazy about flying or not. Our instructor has been so irritable lately it is hard to concentrate. I feel sorry for him in a way. I think he is worrying about his physical. The instructor must pass a stiff exam too. I have heard he has been having trouble with his heart. That’s probably why he has been so angry with us lately. I hope he makes it-he was such a nice guy before.
Oh! Well. I’ll try my best-that’s all I can do.
These pictures of Jocie are excellent-I can’t get over how pretty my little sister is. All of my friends asked me how old she was. They’ll want to meet Jocie after the war. I told him I’m pretty fussy who my little sister goes out with. I was just kidding though-they’re a nice group of boys. You can tell they are from nice families.
How is your hay fever, mother? I hope it freezes soon. I hate to think of my dear mother feeling so darn rotten.
Do you really miss me a little, mother? I should think the house would be quite peaceful now. I give anything to have a furlough-gosh! I’d love to see all my darlings once again.
There are only three of us left in our group now. Two of my friends have washed. Each instructor has a group. If the other instructors wash their men out as mine does-Uncle Sam won’t get many pilots. I have been thinking lately-what good does it do to worry-this Air Corps is all worry. My worries started at Minneapolis when I took my physical-and I hear they continue all the way through. I sometimes wish I had taken Bombardiering-the fellows say it is much easier and less worry.
Oh well, I’m trying my best-that’s all I can do. I haven’t had any letters from anyone lately-the mail system is lousy here. I’ll probably get them all at once. I have tried to write as often as possible but some days-I just can’t find time.
Well, darlings, think of me.
Love Jim