Thursday Evening
Dear Mom + Dad,
Two
nights have passed since I last wrote to you so I will take time out tonight
and write to you. I received your Sunday
night letter yesterday and all is forgiven on missing the Thursday letter, incidentally
I did miss it. The mail seems to come in
on time and I have the scheduled figured out.
It isn’t like San Antonio, thank goodness.
I’d like
to report to you that things are going fine but honestly I can’t. My flying is not coming up to par as I had
mentioned before. I know darn well I can
fly the ship but the question is whether I’m going to absorb it as fast as the
army requires. I’m beginning to show a
little lag in my progress. I now have a
total of seven hours, and as you know between 8 and 10 are scheduled solo
hours. I need a few more hours before I’m
ready to solo. There is just nothing I
can do about it. Goodness know I’m
trying as hard as I can. I still have
faith that I can make it but the reckoning hour is drawing near. I know I can fly to but I may require a few
more hours to reach proficiency than the army wants to give me. Don’t feel bad about it as I’m nowhere near
washing out and I’m not anywhere near that.
The next week or so will really tell the story so we’ll all wish a
little harder this week and I have faith that everything will turn out for the
best.
The
weather down here has certainly been cold for a change. It is hard on me as I’ve been in a warm
climate so much in the last year that I’m not accustomed to it. I wouldn’t be surprised if we had a little
snow tomorrow as it is clouding over and it looks like a storm. That would sure be fun to see for the first time
since I left home last year. However, if
we got bad weather we might not get Sunday off as we would have to fly if we
get to far back on our time. So far we
are ahead of schedule so I think we’ll get it anyway.
I’m now
shooting landings, the last step before solo.
It is coming slowluy but I still have a little trouble with them. I’ll get it though. You mention spins in your letter and I can really
do those now, get in them, pull out, etc.
Flying is really a thrill and I still get a kick out of it.
That’s
the news for now.
All my love
Bobby
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