September 3, 1945

Dear Folks,

  Finally have a few minutes to write.
  Arrived here in Las Vegas about noon yesterday.We walked up to the school and were assigned quarters. Boy are they hot stuff. Gene Cole and I were lucky enough to be put together. The room is swell and clean as a whistle. I see where I will have to do a little dusting. Plenty of space and a whole bureau to a man. That is something we never had up in Troy.
  What meals we have here waitresses serve you and you can have all the food you want. That's one consolation.
   Believe it of not I was up today hardly in the air ten minutes when he told me to take over. What a thrill. Boy- you can't beat flying. It's a great. When you go into those banks and slips, your stomach tightens up and your heart goes in your mouth.
   I thought I was crampped for time when I was in R.R.I. Well this place makes Troy look sick. I have only a few minutes before show so that is how I can write this letter.
  I think I had better close now. Will write again Sunday.
                                                                          The Navy man,
                                                                                      Jim
PS Don't send my blues or whites. There's no place you can wear them.

Just came back from chow. The meal was swell only the cook forgot to take the Indian's arrow out of the Buffalo meat. Have a few more thins to clean up so I will close again.