Monday
Evening
Dear Mom +
Dad,
Your letter
arrived today, the one written on New Year’s eve and it was very nice to hear
from you. I have just found out why at
times I don’t get my fan mail for some time.
This is another Haring upperclassman in my squadron and his initials are
R.S. while mine are R.E. He has been
getting my mail then of course a delay in sending it back through the mail room
in the squadron. We now have it worked
out and where we will bring our mail to each other if it gets mixed up. He will be leaving soon, in a week or so, for
primary so then the situation will be clarified. He is the first one I’ve ran against with the
same name and spelling as ours. Then to
add the R initials it sure is coincidental.
Well I had
my two tests today and I think I made out pretty good. I know I passed my code test as we corrected
the papers. There is no mark in code as
you either pass or fail. I passed. On my aircraft recognition I’m certain I
passed. I made a few mistakes but I
think I’ll end up in the high eighties which is good enough for me.
The latest
rumor out is that upper class leaves on the 13th or a week from
Wednesday. I think our school finishes
up on this coming Sunday so that would make it just about right. Then I become a vaunted upperclassman. I do not intend to use the privilege of being
to haze the poor underclassmen providing we get the chance. I want the time myself and then to I’m not
convinced that the system is the thing but rather I’m against it. So if they cut it out for, good, if they don’t
I’m not going to use it. That’s just my
theory on it.
I am day
room orderly today and it is a very easy job.
Nothing to do but sit in the day room and write, read, and incidentally
watch it and see that it is not misused.
We have a day room with a pool table, ping pong table, victrola, etc.
and it is rather nice. Of course I spent
my half days in school but the rest I spend in the day room safe from the
upperclassmen.
I got a kick
out of hearing that my rum went into the fruit cake. To tell the truth I didn’t even know it but
the cake was very good. A fine thing to
be giving your young son isn’t it.
I guess that
is about the story from here.
Love
Bobby
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