A/C Melvin Myer

Squadron 103-Brk 6

SAACC-AAFCC

San Antonio, Texas

Mrs. Arthur Myer

Holbrook + Riegel Rd.

R#1-Box165

Homewood, Illinois

P.M. San Antonio Texas

Apr 2 3-PM 1943

April 1, 1943

Dear Mother:

Well we got in San Antonio this morning and an army truck brought us out here to the Aviation Center. This is going to be a tough drag. We have to do everything on the double, sit at attention and eat with one hand and not talk. And we can get “gigs” for almost any little thing.

I don’t believe I’ll have very much time to write letter. So I guess other people will have to wait. Lights are out at 9:30 and we are confined to the barracks for 2 weeks, except for formations. That’s the quarantine. It is plenty hot down here. This war can’t end too soon for me. There’s no place like home & being your own boss. But isn’t hard or anything, just routine. All officer’s training. A lot harder than for the “90 day wonders.” We also have to get a G.I. hair cut 1” long. Some fun.

We probably will keep our regular uniforms because they don’t issue the Cadet ones anymore. Tomorrow the tests & exams will begin. They last a couple of days at least. We get shipped out of here anytime after two weeks. So I’m not going to write to anybody yet. Tomorrow night is beloved scrub night.

The planes are as thick as flies around here but the nearest field is 6 miles away. Pilot training is the toughest but worth while in the long run. I’m living with the whole gang in the barracks now in double deck bunks. Herb is in the bunk below me.

There isn’t anymore to say at this time so will say goodnight.

Your son,

Melvin

(over)

They play music all the time over the P.A. system. The food we’ve had so far is very good