June 11, 1944
Luke Field
Dear Mother:
Here it is Sunday again and my weekly letter home. I hardly have time for any more.
Sunday is our day of rest. It is really the only break in routine we get. I have just returned from a movie at one of the post theaters. I saw "Going My Way" with "Bing" Crosby. I enjoyed the picture very much even though I thought I would not like it. Maybe you have not heard of it much less seen it. Seeing you have all kinds of spare time I think you should see it. I will recommend it to you. Maybe William could take "Dot".
"Swinging on a Star", the most well known song from "Going My Way".
Well not much is going on now. I have soloed out and am in the instrument department again. They are trying to teach me beam flying and not making a lot of headway at least I don't think so. I have to get in 12 hours and have about 7 to go. I will be done next week I hope. Since I have been on the beam I have heard a continuous ringing in my ears. They say that that is the case with all inexperienced beam flyers. You are coming in on the beam for the next 3 days. It is because the volume is too high.
Well as always I am just worrying through the course from one phase to the next. The next thing is check rides. Why could I not have found something which be easier on the nerves. I sure will need a vacation when this is over with. I guess the next two months will be the longest.
So you had a spell of hot weather and now it is dry. Well not to boast or anything but I haven't seen any rain for a couple of months and have seen the thermometer at 129 degrees F here in the shade of a wing. I went up one day when the free air temp gage in the plane indicated 40 degrees C which in F. scale indicates I don't know what; you figure it out.
I haven't been to Phoenix since that first day we were here. It is too much bother to go. We have everything right here on the post I need. I can get some rest if I stay home and not bang around half the night. It saves wear and tear on the nerves and the good humor.
Last week I was C.Q. one night. I went on duty at 2115 and got off the next day at 0615 which gave me no sleep for 24 hours. I then got about 6 hours of sleep and then went to the flight line. Strangely enough tI was much more rested than if I had had a good nights sleep. The PFC who put me on comes from Medford so we had quite a chat. He had been home last month. He knew William but William probably doesn't know him. They went to Boy Scout Camp together. His name is Berg. I don't know what his first name is. He says that he will ge me a pass some night and show me around. He has been out here 21 months and knows his way around.
So Dada got a radio license. Well I don't quite see what it can be used for but I guess if he and William keep up their efforts they may be able to renew it after the war. I think he will have to have more experience if he expects to renew it on prewar standards. I doubt if I could get one myself. My code is dropping off so that 8 words is getting very difficult. I doubt if a plane radio license is as hard to get.
So you have a puppy. Well I guess it is about time something like that happened. As for you not getting attached to it I can just imagine that. Not the way you write. By the way how does the other animal get along with a stranger. He must feel kind of left out. What's the dog going to think of me?
Even though you think you must give the paper a story don't give me too much of a build up. I am just thinking of what would happen if I didn't make it. I wish I had a better picture taken but I guess if I get those wings I can have a good one taken. I kind of wish those pictures were better. Maybe you should give a picture to Fred Lawson I mean that small print made. I'll not need any money too soon so put all my money into bonds and save enough to pay my expenses. I received my watch the other day. It sure was a quick job. If you see my Bellows thank him for me. I have been thinking of buying another watch to fly with because of the banging around it gets.
Well I am going to supper now.
With love
Austin.
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