As Pop would say, "One day nearer victory".

Dear Folks,
   Another week has passed by another week to come, to contend with our Commanding officer alias "Trosky" "Field Marshall" "Goering" and the other censored names. Boy he is a son o a gun. I bet he beats his daughter every night just to end the day. If thoughts would kill he would have lived to the ripe old age of 1 wk.. I am not kidding, there's not one cadet that likes this bird.
   Gene Cole is the only one in our platoon that hasn't finished flying in class B stage. He is way behind everyone else because of that leave. Last week he had to take a make-up test every night and he still doesn't know how he made it. Gene didn't like this space before he went home but now he curses it every other minute.
   In the past week we moved our quarters downstairs because of our decreasing numbers.
   Bob Condon received a down check from the flight officer. He is flying on probation and must show great improvement in the next 6 hours or else. Poor Bob is starting to show poor marks in ground school because of worrying about flying. A final test in Aerology is coming up and his average is below so he will have to do some hustling.
   Gene went to sick bay complaining of a pain in the back. The took some x-ray pictures but they didn't show anything wrong. As a safety measure he has to stay in bed over the weekend. Boy did I give him the horse laugh. He was out of a gym a couple of days and was living the life of Riley.
   Some of the boys went out horseback riding and have just come back. Poor guys are in agony from a sunburn and a sore ----.
   Show in a few minutes so I will say Adios amigos (my entire Spanish vocabulary) .
                                             Your loving son, brother, nephew
                                                                         Jim
P.S. Have no fear I will try to write a couple of letters this week.