Dear Mom:
Guess you have received the pen by now, hope you can get it made good or get a new one. Preferably a new one. I think that one was jinxed.
This may be the last letter you get from me for awhile, when I say awhile, that means about 8 weeks more. We have started ground school and we go three hours in the day and from 7:30 to 9:00 at night. Lights go out at 9:30 so you see how much time we have to shave, shine shoes, bathe, polish brass and anything else that may need doing. All this is in addition to flying, drill, and physical training. Advance is not easy, that I am sure.
Mom, I still don’t know what to do about coming home, I will just wait until a little later I suppose before I decide on anything definite. Ten days is not very long and if I have to come by train I just don’t believe the trip would be worth a day or so at home. I am going to try everyway possible to get a ride on a bomber but that is hard to do and it is lots of luck connected with it too.
I have bought most of my uniform as I guess I have already told you. I am getting my blouse and pants tailor-made. I should be pretty sharp when I get those wings. Sure wish I was nearer home so you could all come to see it.
Mom, from
the base here, we can see some hills that are in
We won’t get out for two weeks yet, because we are quarantined for flu. Now, don’t worry, I am not sick, the just don’t want us to get together in large groups and maybe start an epidemic or something.
Mom, note the change of address. I am now in Squadron 7 Flight D instead of squadron one.
We start flying on Monday next and I will really be glad to get into the air again. We have been fitted for uniforms and listening to lectures and going to ground school this week and we haven’t even been near the air planes.
Please excuse the shaky writing toward the last, I have been wrestling and am a bit shaky.
That’s about all for now mom, got to catch some shut-eye. Can you imagine me going to bed at nine o’clock?
Love Roy