Dear Mother-
Your letters were lovely, darling. All my friends admired your writing-I’m very proud of my mother, you know. So happy to hear the North woods agrees with you. I always thought those shots were a lot of bunk.
It was swell, inviting Thelma up for the weekend. She’s been so nice to me mother. She writes every day and always has something nice to say about Jocie and you, darling. Thelma sent a beautiful pair of sunglasses to me-they are very good ones-she’s really swell.
Yesterday I flew very well-I even received a compliment from my instructor-which is very seldom.
He is teaching me spins-gosh! They are fun. When you dive for old mother Earth at 200 mph-it really thrills you. Three of my pals washed out already-they are taking it pretty tough. I feel so sorry for them. I think it’s best to acquire an attitude “Well, it’s for my own good.”
If you can’t fly-you can’t-I don’t care if it’s all American fullback-they wash out just as easily as the little puny fellow.
I can’t realize, it’s fall already, but time flies so fast for us because we are always on the go. I would love to have a two-week furlough so I could come home to you.
I’ll bet Dad would like my uniform wouldn’t he. Dad’s really a good egg-I’m so lucky-I have parents that I can really be proud of-say, by the way, one of my roommates hails from Denver-he said that he has been to Leadville a number of times. He claims it’s still a wild little town. If you come out to see me, you could stop in Leadville. Well mother, don’t hurt yourself chopping wood, I want you all in one piece.
Love Jim.
I haven’t too much time to write these letters so you’ll have to bear the poor writing.