2/21/40
Flying Cadet Detachment
Brooks Field, Tx.
Dear Toots:
Aw nuts! What the hell! Well, to be most unsuitable about the whole thing, regardless of Uncle Sam’s army regulations, the state of the exchequer, and your rich relatives, I love you very much and I expect to be married or equivalent in proximity sometime soon. The way it looks we can write ourselves blue in the face, but we won’t be able to decide anything until graduation, about May 10th. So let’s hold tight. Honey, it may be hard to take but I don’t think you’d better count on being here for graduation. Frankly, since they stepped up our schedule under the new system of training, graduations have been no ceremony at all. Let’s just consider it to be another year of college. The graduation that’s going to count is when we get our degree. That’s going to be a large evening for you, young lady.
I believe I shall apply for Pursuit* work at Selfridge Field (Detroit, Mich.) It’s a nice post and close to most of our friends. My size is right for pursuit and I should stand a fair chance of making the grade.
My instructor took me riding at 200 mph and 10 feet off the ground this morning. I haven’t had so much fun since that night at Bill’s after the Ham Convention. Boy, do things pass in a hurry that close. We went over the auxiliary field so low that we had to climb to clear the boundary fence! We actually had to turn to keep from hitting a cow. Lil’ girl, that’s real sport. Don’t ever tell my mother, for she wouldn’t believe it was safe. All kidding aside, we were looking up at the trees and houses. Tell Gordon. He would have enjoyed it too.
Jack got your letter and the pictures. I got a short note from her today.
Got a W.V. valentine from Johny.
I just talked to Capt. Holmes, one of my ground school instructors. He was most encouraging as to my Army career.
Yippee! We have Thursday off.
Well, I’m tired as hell so shall stop.
Love, Cy.
*Fighter aircraft