July 6, 1943

Dear Folks,
 Here's that Navy man again. Are you surprised to be hearing from me so soon? Whether you are or not here I am.
  I arrived at my fraternity house at 2125 so I still had a few minutes to spare. Nest time, the cabby can take it easy and that ought to make the race interesting.
  You know it was a good thing Gene and I left early because there were very few vacant seats on the train. We must have walked all the way uptown before we found seats. Boy- was that train long.
  I had a little surprise when I came back Sunday night. There was a fire in the house and of course it had to be my room. Nothing happens up here unless it happens to Platoon 4. Luckily there was little damage. According to the stories it was suppose to have started from short circuit in one of the wall fixtures. My friend Bob Condon was the hero of this episode. One of the cadets discovered the fire and was about to throw some water on it when Bob stopped him. As you can imagine, to throw water on that kind of fire is probably the worse thing you can do..... So up comes my hero and grabs a pillow and continues to blast the fisture of the wall. Rah Rah Rah... Booo Booo. No one knows whether to congratulate him or beat him for  not letting this poor imitation of a house burn to the ground.
  I don't think I will call up this week. I will take pite on my mama's pocket book.
  My room has been put on report twice so far this week for having a pillow fight. Last night one of the boys aim was'nt too good and he heaved it clear through a window. The senior cadet officer didn't like the idea of having one of our pillows laying out in the middle of the street. Soooo my room is one report #1. A few minutes ago some of the two fisted hard hitting red blooded Americans started to stretch their arms again. Out the window sailed another pillow nearly hitting a lady on the street. Soooo report #2.
   I will close now- Thanking everyone for everything.
                                                             Your loving son
                                                                        Jim