Dear Mother and Dad,
I passed my 40 hour army check-isn’t that wonderful? Gosh! That makes me feel good. Now if I can just stay on the ball I’ll be okay. Those silver wings seem a little closer now. If I ever get those wings-I’ll just sit and gaze at them-wondering why I worked my fool head off for an insignificant piece of metal. I just hope I continue my good work. As I have said before never feel too confident but, I just can’t help patting myself on the back once in a while. It seems so funny that some of my pals couldn’t make the grade. Some of them were better specimens than I. I always have wondered what you must be to be a good pilot. Some guys have got it and others haven’t-that’s my instructors explanation.
Gosh! I wish I could come home for a while-I certainly miss you all. I suppose if I did get home-knowing that my buddies were flying-I’d go crazy if I couldn’t fly. But, honestly, darlings, when this war is won your little son will make a beeline for his home on 43rd Ave. Let’s hope it ends soon. (Are you coming along in school Jocie-I can see you now drawing pictures at the writing desk. Those pictures you sent me are pasted on my locker door. I look at them every day.)
Love,
Jim