| dc.description.transcription | 9-7-45Dear Folks,I don’t have to walk with the infantry, Ride with the Calvary, Shout ar-tillary, I don’t have to fly over Germany For I’m in the A.T.C.To the tune of “The Old Gray Mare”Anyway that is the way the situation looks now. It seems that there are numerous “ar-caft” spread all over the U.S., in places where they shouldn’t’ be. And its going to be up to us to get them where they should be. All pilots’ discharges have been frozen for 60 days so I guess I’ll still have to play soldier for a while longer even if I have grown sick of the game. They may unfreeze us just as quickly as they froze us so don’t fret too much. I for one am past the fretting stage. I’ve gone to gnawing rugs and teasing little babies.Jim, my roommate, got word day before yesterday that his father had just died. It was a terrible shock because Jim didn’t ever know that he was sick. He wentout to his aunt’s house in L.A., and they got him on an air-liner at midnight. The base had his emergency leave ready for him when he went down to tell them that he wanted to go home. He had lost his billfold with all his money and credentials and he got off before I had a chance to lend him any money, but when I called his aunt yesterday she said that she fixed him up. Without his A.G.O. card he couldn’t even write a check so I was worried about him until I learned that he had gone out to see them first. More about ferrying airplanes and discharges in the next letter.Love,Joe | |
