Thursday Evening
Dear Mom + Dad,
Well I’m now in the air corps for real and ready to embark on my new career. My address is as follows:
Av./C. Robert E Haring
San Antonio, Air Cadet Center
Cadet Classification Squadron 104
San Antonio, Texas
Of course the Av/C stands for aviation cadet my new title for the time being anyway. I’m here for the express purpose of being classified. I have to take several exams before they decide my fate. As the tests unfold and they go along they lead to 4 different classifications. 1. Pilot 2. Navigator 3. Bombardier 4. Ground Duty. Of course I can’t tell which one of the four I will end up in as only time and the results of the tests will tell. I rather hope it will be pilot but to tell the truth anyone of the four will be all right by me. I’ve accomplished one of my main purposes of getting out of the medics and into the air corps. I made my own bed so from here in I have to lie in. Thus I have no complaints coming.
I’ll probably be here for at least a month. After you’re classified you have to await your appointment as to whatever they classify you. Then to it is very possible that you may stay here. It is just one of those propositions that you can’t tell from one moment to the next. But you can count on pretty near a month anyway. After that God knows what.
I reported in here this morning around 11A.M. I had a very nice time for the 3 nights in San Antonio. It cost me quite a little money but it will be worth it. I’m now confined to the company area and can’t even go over to the PX to buy anything. It sure is going to be sad but I can’t do anything about it. I can get some of the boys that can go to get stuff for me. I have to have a few things like soap, shaving cream but I guess I’ll be able to get them. Incidentally speaking of that how about shipping me a cartoon of Camels for my consumption. I think I’ll be able to use them.
This place is pretty rough. I’m called “Mr” again instead of Corporal. Here’s a few of the things I have to do: Cut square corners, eat with one hand, absolute silence during meals, marched everywhere I go, sit on the edge of the chair I eat off of, and all sorts of things like that. You’ve heard of the treatment a West Point Cadet gets. Well this place is very similar to that. It is going to be a little rough but I guess I can stand it. I’ve been able to take everything the army has thrown at me so far. I probably won’t like it but I’ve learned to stand things like that. I let them creep out every once in a while but I usually do pretty well. So I’ll probably take it out on you every now and then. I really feel pretty good about the whole thing now. I’ll have it rough but I have a chance to learn something and advance myself a little. In the end I know it will all work out to my advantage.
I have swell barracks to sleep in. Tables to write on. Closets for my clothes, and they are pretty swell. They are the nicest barracks I’ve been in since I’ve been in the army. It seems like heaven after coming out of the desert and what I lived in for the past months.
I haven’t received my barracks bags with all my junk in them. They are messed up as far as getting them but I guess they will turn up. I packed my radio in one of them. I bet it won’t be worth much by the time I get it. But I didn’t want to carry (it) myself. It isn’t worth much and I need a new one so I thought I’d take a chance on packing it away. I have just a bare minimum of clothes and I don’t think I’ll get any here, not until I become classified anyway.
Well I guess I’ve told you all the news. If there is anything that isn’t clear write me and ask about it. Write me soon.
Love
Bob
Bob
P.S. I’ll try and write as often as possible but I imagine they’ll keep me pretty busy so _____
PS2. You will receive a letter typewritten from me. It is a form and you have to send it out. Take it for what it’s worth.
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