July 30, 1942 - “. . .crash the whole thing fell out from under me”

Thursday Eve.

Dear Mom + Dad,

I don’t feel in any mood to write this letter and you can see why if you read this letter I just got in this P.M.’s mail.

I had been feeling so good as I hadn’t heard anything and I was just about sure I had made it. Then this came and crash the whole thing fell out from under me. I’m just about ready to cry but I don’t want too.

It is very discouraging to me as I know I have the ability and this damn army just won’t recognize it. Oh well I’ll just have to plug along and make the best of it.

I’m going to submit an application for the army air corp flying cadet. I’m so sick of this medicine show that I’m going to do all I can to get out of it.

Will you please forgive me if I stop now as I just can’t write. I think you’ll understand. I’m sending my letters of applications along via free mail. Please write me soon.

All my love
Bob