



Wednesday Aft.
Dear Mom + Dad,
I have some indication of good news, at least it is a sign. My friend who took the exam with me has failed. His application came back to our office today which means it is rejected. Nothing back on mine so far. It looks like I’ve been accepted for if I had failed I think my application would have come back too. Of course I can’t be sure of this but at least it seems to point to the right direction. I don’t know whether I go on this months quota or next if mine is accepted. I sure hope it is this month. Keep praying for me as anything can happen yet. At least it appears good on the surface and I’m still optimistic.
Two letters have arrived from Mr Blackshear and one from Father Flemming. The only trouble is that they came in to late. I handed those older ones in and they may help. Please don’t say anything about them not being used to the persons involved. I have already sent out letters expressing my thanks for what they have done for me. I also want to thank you for getting them for me. All in all you have done on big favor and I sure appreciate it.
I walked guard last night for the first time since I’ve been here. It isn’t hard but it gets awful tiresome walking up and down.
I guess I won’t be able to go into L.A. this weekend as I’ll have to hang around and see if I get orders to move. If my application goes through I should be on my way about Sunday for Florida. I can’t take the chance of going away and missing the trip. Then too I’m not so sure I’ll leave this month but I can’t afford to take the chance.
If I move it will be bad as I don’t know when I’ll get paid. I get paid on Aug 10 but if I move out before then I’ll have to go without it. Oh well this is all idle speculation and will have to await results.
We’re not doing anything here except lay around all day. It is getting very very tiresome. That is the reason I have been writing you every day, because I’ve had plenty of time.
That’s all for now. I got your Sunday letter today. I figure about 2 ½ days for air mail letters to arrive. That’s not bad.
Love
Bob
Bob
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