Dear Mom, Pop, Mary, Jerry, and Mat,
I received letters from each one of my family in the last week. The last couple of weeks the mail has been very slow in reaching me. From the postmarks on you letters it has taken anywhere from five to seven days to reach Las Vegas. Maybe they are using a stagecoach again. I wouldn't put it past some of these people.
I received Mom's letter yesterday with the pictures. Boy you really got a bargain on that deal or .........did you?
Speaking of pictures here's a couple we sneaked in here. The sailor is the pharmacists,in other words, the entire medial dept. Boy my friend "Trosky" would have loved to catch us taking those pictures.
You know Mat, I just imagine Bub walking around with a shelaily in his hand. He's been singing that song so long, he must feel at home with one.
So Jerry is up to his old tricks of hustling on the chance books. Boy if he isn't rolling in money by twenty-five there will be something wrong with him.
I just came back from "Trosky's" office and boy I have news. Remember I had to get a letter from the hospital about my knee when I enlisted. Well it seems before a cadet goes to pre-flight school they check his records to see if any physical handicap may affect his training. "Trosky" told me that they have had so many cases where a cadet aggravates an old injury where is was possible to avoid it. I never heard of it before but I am not kicking. I was just talking to the pharmacists mate and he says it's nothing to worry about. I will have to go to some hospital and get some sort of treatments. He was out in Long Beach Naval Hospital before he came here and he claims there were plenty of those cases. Pre-flight school is all exercises so they don't want to take any chances. Here's the best part of the deal. I am to leave next week some time. All the rest of the boys have to stay here for a few more weeks and I am to meet them at pre-flight school. Boy you must be able to hear the boys curse my luck. The pharmacists mate has been talking to them about the cadets he knew back in Long Beach. They had liberty every night. The hospital was only a few miles from Los Angeles and Hollywood so there was plenty to do. Boy that sounds like some racket if I ever get to that hospital. Keep your fingers crossed.
Gene is going around knocking his knee against the wall. Ha Ha poor boy.
Well I guess that's about all. You might as well keep sending the mail here. They will forward it to me.
Finally getting to see California, "The land of sunshine" - California chamber of commerce.
Your loving son, brother, nephew,
Jim
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Early November , 1943
Dear Mom, Pop, Mary, Jerry and Mat,
I received both packages and thank you very much. Matter of fact, there's a few more cadets that thank you. The cake was most pleasing to the stomach and it certainly brought back old memories. The suit and all it's "trimmings" arrived in good shape. The big dance is suppose to be this coming Saturday.
By the way Mom, you can put that $9.51 away some place as it belongs to the Ramblers.
Haven't heard anything about a rain storm along the coast. Remember I am in no white man's land. Pony express will come in someday with the report.
Most of the boys got a kick out of reading "The News". I saw "The Great Peters", the man that hangs himself several times at Madison Square Garden. The first time I saw it was about four years ago. I remember Spencer wouldn't watch him jump.
Say Mom, will you please send me Ray McWilliams address. I have been trying to get in touch with him for quite awhile. I bet he has plenty of stories to tell.
I have some good news. According to the scuttlebutt floating around here we are going to be sent to California in the near future. Nothing definite but everyone has their fingers crossed. Most of the boys figure we will have a swell chance for a leave from there. Naturally I will get to see that California weather everyone has been talking about. No one knows when we will be shoving off so I can't give any definite time. If you want anything from California don't be afraid to ask.
I hope everyone will excuse me for not answering letter properly but half the time I am walking around in a fog. The other half of the time, I am trying to avoid "Trosky" (our C.O.)
My hear bleeds for Jerry that he has no school. That poor, poor, boy. I bet he doesn't know what to do with all the time he has on his hands.
What's the matter with Jerry that he is getting disgusted with the Ramblers. My scouts have reported that the water boy is driving the little women wild. They think he is "cute". Isn't that nice, Jerry dear. Ha! Ha!
Well chow call draws near so I had better close.
Your loving son, brother and nephew,
Jim
P.S. I haven't the slightest idea where I am going to get an envelope for this letter. I hope you get this letter someday.
P.S. Thanks again for everything.
I received both packages and thank you very much. Matter of fact, there's a few more cadets that thank you. The cake was most pleasing to the stomach and it certainly brought back old memories. The suit and all it's "trimmings" arrived in good shape. The big dance is suppose to be this coming Saturday.
By the way Mom, you can put that $9.51 away some place as it belongs to the Ramblers.
Haven't heard anything about a rain storm along the coast. Remember I am in no white man's land. Pony express will come in someday with the report.
Most of the boys got a kick out of reading "The News". I saw "The Great Peters", the man that hangs himself several times at Madison Square Garden. The first time I saw it was about four years ago. I remember Spencer wouldn't watch him jump.
Say Mom, will you please send me Ray McWilliams address. I have been trying to get in touch with him for quite awhile. I bet he has plenty of stories to tell.
I have some good news. According to the scuttlebutt floating around here we are going to be sent to California in the near future. Nothing definite but everyone has their fingers crossed. Most of the boys figure we will have a swell chance for a leave from there. Naturally I will get to see that California weather everyone has been talking about. No one knows when we will be shoving off so I can't give any definite time. If you want anything from California don't be afraid to ask.
I hope everyone will excuse me for not answering letter properly but half the time I am walking around in a fog. The other half of the time, I am trying to avoid "Trosky" (our C.O.)
My hear bleeds for Jerry that he has no school. That poor, poor, boy. I bet he doesn't know what to do with all the time he has on his hands.
What's the matter with Jerry that he is getting disgusted with the Ramblers. My scouts have reported that the water boy is driving the little women wild. They think he is "cute". Isn't that nice, Jerry dear. Ha! Ha!
Well chow call draws near so I had better close.
Your loving son, brother and nephew,
Jim
P.S. I haven't the slightest idea where I am going to get an envelope for this letter. I hope you get this letter someday.
P.S. Thanks again for everything.
Friday, October 22, 2010
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.
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.
October 24, 1943
Dear Mom, Pop, Jerry, Mary and Mat,
Haven't had much time to write during the week so here I am again writing in my few hours of rest. I think I have forgotten what the work "rest" means. "Trosky" our C.O. never gives us time to remember anything.
We had a little accident here the other day. One of the boys in the platoon behind us had a crack up. Luckily he wasn't hurt bad. He was foolish enough to try and turn too close to the ground. He lost control of the plane for a few seconds and just pulled the plane up before he hit the ground with the tip of his wing. The plane did a twist in the air and landed flat. The accident only occurred a few miles from the airport so they were able to give him first aid. The cadet was in the hospital for a couple of days just as a matter of insurance that he is O.K..
Most likely they will wash him out. The Navy doesn't have much sympathy for you if you try stunts like that.
Didn't get any demerits this week. Maybe it was because they didn't have a room inspection.
I just received a letter from Vin Candia. Remember he was a washout the last few days back in Troy. He is going to be shipped to Florida in a radio school.
They are certainly breaking up the platoon out here. There are only 17 left out of 25 that started six weeks ago. Navy is getting mighty particular lately.
By the way I received my picture and thanks again. Gene and I took some pictures the other day while we were goldbricking. They turned out pretty crumby.
That's about all from the land of enchantment.
Your loving son, brother, nephew,
Jim
P.S. This pen is "for the birds" I lost my good Parker pen so I think I will buy a good one.
Haven't had much time to write during the week so here I am again writing in my few hours of rest. I think I have forgotten what the work "rest" means. "Trosky" our C.O. never gives us time to remember anything.
We had a little accident here the other day. One of the boys in the platoon behind us had a crack up. Luckily he wasn't hurt bad. He was foolish enough to try and turn too close to the ground. He lost control of the plane for a few seconds and just pulled the plane up before he hit the ground with the tip of his wing. The plane did a twist in the air and landed flat. The accident only occurred a few miles from the airport so they were able to give him first aid. The cadet was in the hospital for a couple of days just as a matter of insurance that he is O.K..
Most likely they will wash him out. The Navy doesn't have much sympathy for you if you try stunts like that.
Didn't get any demerits this week. Maybe it was because they didn't have a room inspection.
I just received a letter from Vin Candia. Remember he was a washout the last few days back in Troy. He is going to be shipped to Florida in a radio school.
They are certainly breaking up the platoon out here. There are only 17 left out of 25 that started six weeks ago. Navy is getting mighty particular lately.
By the way I received my picture and thanks again. Gene and I took some pictures the other day while we were goldbricking. They turned out pretty crumby.
That's about all from the land of enchantment.
Your loving son, brother, nephew,
Jim
P.S. This pen is "for the birds" I lost my good Parker pen so I think I will buy a good one.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
October 19, 1943
Dear Mom, Pop, Jerry, Mary and Mat,
Finally found a few minutes to spare. I am learning the in and outs of this place that I can squeeze a few extra minures out of the day. Last few days have been cloudy with a low ceiling that flying has been grounded.
Say Mom do you think you can pack my blue suit and send it on here. They are having a big dance in a week or so and we are permitted to wear blues. I will send home some money in a week or so to pay any bills. I am running up. Please send it as soon as possible Mom. I sure would appreciate it. Don't forget shirts, collars, buttons, and such. Thanks a million.
That son of a gun of a C.O. was around again on inspections. Finally beat him, because I didn't get any demerits.
Have you heard from Bub lately? I received on letter from him and no more.
I think they are going to put Gene pack to platoon because he missed so much school work. Gene hasn't been his self since he came back. It came to him so suddenly that it knocked him flat on his back.
Guess I had better stop now. Class starts in a few minutes and I have shoes to shine.
Waiting to hear from everyone.
Love to all,
Jim
Finally found a few minutes to spare. I am learning the in and outs of this place that I can squeeze a few extra minures out of the day. Last few days have been cloudy with a low ceiling that flying has been grounded.
Say Mom do you think you can pack my blue suit and send it on here. They are having a big dance in a week or so and we are permitted to wear blues. I will send home some money in a week or so to pay any bills. I am running up. Please send it as soon as possible Mom. I sure would appreciate it. Don't forget shirts, collars, buttons, and such. Thanks a million.
That son of a gun of a C.O. was around again on inspections. Finally beat him, because I didn't get any demerits.
Have you heard from Bub lately? I received on letter from him and no more.
I think they are going to put Gene pack to platoon because he missed so much school work. Gene hasn't been his self since he came back. It came to him so suddenly that it knocked him flat on his back.
Guess I had better stop now. Class starts in a few minutes and I have shoes to shine.
Waiting to hear from everyone.
Love to all,
Jim
October 12, 1943- Postcard
Dear Mom, Pop, Jerry, Mary and Mat,
Tuesday Oct ??? and all is well. No one could fly yesterday - too much wind. It would have been suicide to try and land one of these small planes. That is only the second we weren't able to fly in 6 wks. The other time there was too low a ceiling.
Pop you see what is happening to your dear radio. Everyone and their cousins are trying to get the darn thing to work. It didn't give any signs of life until one of the cadets fitted it with a new plug. Now we get a humming but no stations. There's only one station we can get Las Vegas WFUN. That's how far we are from civilization. No demerits so far this week. That's about all.
Jim
Tuesday Oct ??? and all is well. No one could fly yesterday - too much wind. It would have been suicide to try and land one of these small planes. That is only the second we weren't able to fly in 6 wks. The other time there was too low a ceiling.
Pop you see what is happening to your dear radio. Everyone and their cousins are trying to get the darn thing to work. It didn't give any signs of life until one of the cadets fitted it with a new plug. Now we get a humming but no stations. There's only one station we can get Las Vegas WFUN. That's how far we are from civilization. No demerits so far this week. That's about all.
Jim
October 9,1943
Dear Mom, Pop, Jerry , Mary and Mat,
Received letters from Mom, Mary, Mom and Jerry this week. Sure glad to hear "hometown" new.
Well Jerry I don't think I can get that sailor's hat for you out here but I suggest you go ahead and buy it now. Mother can give you the money and I will pay her. I didn't send you anything so that can be a present. For Christmas I can buy you a good pen. By the way Jerry what does " civiliyon" mean. You wrote " Your favorite civiliyon" in your last letter.
Mary- Evelyn never did send me those cookies. I imagine it was because I never wrote to her. glad to hear that you are doing so much in that salvage drive.
It was good to hear that Mat & Mom enjoyed that supper so much. I only hope I can send more money home for more suppers. I am sorry to hear that Jerry couldn't find the Ramblers. By the way, maybe it was a good thing he didn't see them because they lost. Next time.
Jerry doesn't know where they are playing eh ought to call up Spellman. He would certainly help him out.
Lately I have been practicing landings in spots. That's about the past part of flying I guess. Probably because it's quick thinking have to keep you on your toes. It's comical to watch the instructors stand near the runway and signal their students in for a landing. They are more nervous than any of the cadets. I wouldn't be surprised to see one of them die from heart failure some day.
I haven't heard a word from Gene yet. I imagined he is on the double all the time. Poor guy was a nervous wreck when he left here Saturday night.
Received five demerits yesterday at a room inspection. The son of a gun pulled my bed out, climbed under the desk, dragged out the bureaus and couldn't find any dust. Boy, I thought I had the C.O. right where I wanted him but..... along comes a little breeze from the hall. Out from under one of the legs of the desk comes scuttling a little piece of dust. Right before the C.O.'s eyes. There's no justice. This is the sad ending to my letter.
The Navy,
Jim
Received letters from Mom, Mary, Mom and Jerry this week. Sure glad to hear "hometown" new.
Well Jerry I don't think I can get that sailor's hat for you out here but I suggest you go ahead and buy it now. Mother can give you the money and I will pay her. I didn't send you anything so that can be a present. For Christmas I can buy you a good pen. By the way Jerry what does " civiliyon" mean. You wrote " Your favorite civiliyon" in your last letter.
Mary- Evelyn never did send me those cookies. I imagine it was because I never wrote to her. glad to hear that you are doing so much in that salvage drive.
It was good to hear that Mat & Mom enjoyed that supper so much. I only hope I can send more money home for more suppers. I am sorry to hear that Jerry couldn't find the Ramblers. By the way, maybe it was a good thing he didn't see them because they lost. Next time.
Jerry doesn't know where they are playing eh ought to call up Spellman. He would certainly help him out.
Lately I have been practicing landings in spots. That's about the past part of flying I guess. Probably because it's quick thinking have to keep you on your toes. It's comical to watch the instructors stand near the runway and signal their students in for a landing. They are more nervous than any of the cadets. I wouldn't be surprised to see one of them die from heart failure some day.
I haven't heard a word from Gene yet. I imagined he is on the double all the time. Poor guy was a nervous wreck when he left here Saturday night.
Received five demerits yesterday at a room inspection. The son of a gun pulled my bed out, climbed under the desk, dragged out the bureaus and couldn't find any dust. Boy, I thought I had the C.O. right where I wanted him but..... along comes a little breeze from the hall. Out from under one of the legs of the desk comes scuttling a little piece of dust. Right before the C.O.'s eyes. There's no justice. This is the sad ending to my letter.
The Navy,
Jim
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
October 8, 1943 - Postcard
Dear Mom, Pop, Jerry , Mary and Mat,
Received letters from Jerry & Mary yesterday and from Mom & Mat today.
The paid us today but only $35. We usually get $38. I imagine they are starting to take out for my bond. I will not send any money home this check as I would like to have some spare money in case of an emergency.
I have 33 hours in air to date. Lately the air has been very bumpy. The plane is tossed around like a Mexican jumping bean.
I imagine Gene has dropped in to see you. I am alone in the room and certainly miss someone to battle with.
How's that Rambler team making out, Jerry? I hope they are doing a little better than last year.
I have fallen back in my letter writing. Time is gold out here and you certainly battle for every bit of it.
Jim
Received letters from Jerry & Mary yesterday and from Mom & Mat today.
The paid us today but only $35. We usually get $38. I imagine they are starting to take out for my bond. I will not send any money home this check as I would like to have some spare money in case of an emergency.
I have 33 hours in air to date. Lately the air has been very bumpy. The plane is tossed around like a Mexican jumping bean.
I imagine Gene has dropped in to see you. I am alone in the room and certainly miss someone to battle with.
How's that Rambler team making out, Jerry? I hope they are doing a little better than last year.
I have fallen back in my letter writing. Time is gold out here and you certainly battle for every bit of it.
Jim
October 6, 1943- Postcard
Dear Mom, Pop, Mary, Jerry and Mat,
Didn't fly today because I was cadet officer of the day. It is a good thing because everyone said it was very bumpy today. I was up for two hours yesterday and certainly was tossed around plenty. First up then your down. The wind plays no favorites.
Received a letter from Bobby yesterday. I imagine he will stay in Idaho for the winder.
Still haven't issued us our winter greens and it's getting darn cold. I wonder what happened to the "sunny south". We get liberty to get a haircuts in town, we always have to wear our overcoats. Nobody ever gets colds though. Must be the clear air up here. That is about all. I have to go to drill in ten minutes.
Jim
Didn't fly today because I was cadet officer of the day. It is a good thing because everyone said it was very bumpy today. I was up for two hours yesterday and certainly was tossed around plenty. First up then your down. The wind plays no favorites.
Received a letter from Bobby yesterday. I imagine he will stay in Idaho for the winder.
Still haven't issued us our winter greens and it's getting darn cold. I wonder what happened to the "sunny south". We get liberty to get a haircuts in town, we always have to wear our overcoats. Nobody ever gets colds though. Must be the clear air up here. That is about all. I have to go to drill in ten minutes.
Jim
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
September 30, 1943- Postcard
Dear Folks,
Had a stage check flight yesterday. I passed it so that means I will most certainly be around for a few more weeks.
Yesterday was a bad day here. They washed out 5 men. That is quite a bit as there are only 55 here.
Received letters from Mom, Mat and Jerry yesterday.
Gene Cole is in sick bay with a bad case of dysentery. I have been pretty lucky in that respect so far.
I hope those few gifts have arrived. I forgot what I bought so I can't ell what's for who. You ought to be able to figure it out though.
I guess that is about all.
Jim
Had a stage check flight yesterday. I passed it so that means I will most certainly be around for a few more weeks.
Yesterday was a bad day here. They washed out 5 men. That is quite a bit as there are only 55 here.
Received letters from Mom, Mat and Jerry yesterday.
Gene Cole is in sick bay with a bad case of dysentery. I have been pretty lucky in that respect so far.
I hope those few gifts have arrived. I forgot what I bought so I can't ell what's for who. You ought to be able to figure it out though.
I guess that is about all.
Jim
October 2, 1943
Mom, Pop, Jerry, Mary and Mat,
This week I received letters from Mat, Mom and Pop and a card from Jerry. Too bad your pen broke Jerry because I will have to buy you a new one. This time I will pay a "little" more.
To date I have 27 hours in the air. Nine of these hours have been solo. That's starting to add up.
About the only experience I can speak of this week is what happened this morning. They changed our time of flight from 6 to 10 to 10 to 1400. We didn't know what we were in for until noon. Cumulus clouds were forming at about 1200 ft causing terrific thermal convective currents. There was very little wind so I figured on a nice ride. I started down the runway, full throttle and going like a mad-man. I pulled back on the stick and the plane climbed into the air. The plane was no more than fifty feet off the ground before it started into the tricks. First one wing would dip then the other. I was having a heck of a time trying to get the altitudes. I was about seventy five feet high when I flied over the end of the runway. It seemed as if I was in an elevator, as a thermal current caught the plane. The wind just pushed it up a hundred feet within a few seconds. I was scared then. The plane could just as easily get caught in a downdraft and I would lose a hundred or more feet. Luckily I didn't hit any of these winds until I had sufficient altitude. I tried my darndest to keep the plane in level flight but it just wouldn't go. As went the wind, so went Chellis. what a ride. I was worse than a roller coaster. Once I hit an air pocket the plane just dropped vertically and Chellis wacked his bean on the roof. Boy did I drop, but fast. After trying a few maneuvers I gave up any idea of flying for today. Now the problems was trying to land her.
I made the approach with not too much trouble and tried to level her off with the ground. The wind again went to work on me. The plane was slipping and sliding to beat the band. I worked like a demon, urging it on slowly and surely. I was mightily happy boy to feel solid ground under me again, as the plane slowed down on the runway.
No fooling, my stomach felt funny after the ride. It's nice clear stable air for me when I am flying in these light planes.
Gene Cole just got out of sick bay today. He was in there for three days, living the life of Riley. The doctoer said he might have sinus trouble but nothing is definite for another week.
Have you heard that Augie Suhay is missing in action? He is the one that was with Geof and the brother of Mary's friend "Anne May" Suhay.
Not much more to say so I will close now.
The Navy Jim
Oct 3rd
P.S. Last night (October 2nd) Gene Cole
This week I received letters from Mat, Mom and Pop and a card from Jerry. Too bad your pen broke Jerry because I will have to buy you a new one. This time I will pay a "little" more.
To date I have 27 hours in the air. Nine of these hours have been solo. That's starting to add up.
About the only experience I can speak of this week is what happened this morning. They changed our time of flight from 6 to 10 to 10 to 1400. We didn't know what we were in for until noon. Cumulus clouds were forming at about 1200 ft causing terrific thermal convective currents. There was very little wind so I figured on a nice ride. I started down the runway, full throttle and going like a mad-man. I pulled back on the stick and the plane climbed into the air. The plane was no more than fifty feet off the ground before it started into the tricks. First one wing would dip then the other. I was having a heck of a time trying to get the altitudes. I was about seventy five feet high when I flied over the end of the runway. It seemed as if I was in an elevator, as a thermal current caught the plane. The wind just pushed it up a hundred feet within a few seconds. I was scared then. The plane could just as easily get caught in a downdraft and I would lose a hundred or more feet. Luckily I didn't hit any of these winds until I had sufficient altitude. I tried my darndest to keep the plane in level flight but it just wouldn't go. As went the wind, so went Chellis. what a ride. I was worse than a roller coaster. Once I hit an air pocket the plane just dropped vertically and Chellis wacked his bean on the roof. Boy did I drop, but fast. After trying a few maneuvers I gave up any idea of flying for today. Now the problems was trying to land her.
I made the approach with not too much trouble and tried to level her off with the ground. The wind again went to work on me. The plane was slipping and sliding to beat the band. I worked like a demon, urging it on slowly and surely. I was mightily happy boy to feel solid ground under me again, as the plane slowed down on the runway.
No fooling, my stomach felt funny after the ride. It's nice clear stable air for me when I am flying in these light planes.
Gene Cole just got out of sick bay today. He was in there for three days, living the life of Riley. The doctoer said he might have sinus trouble but nothing is definite for another week.
Have you heard that Augie Suhay is missing in action? He is the one that was with Geof and the brother of Mary's friend "Anne May" Suhay.
Not much more to say so I will close now.
The Navy Jim
Oct 3rd
P.S. Last night (October 2nd) Gene Cole
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