Feb. 25, 1943

Dear Mother:

Disregard that last letter about the furlough. We just received word that we may get a notice anytime after the first of the month and we have only 24 hours to get to the next station. So until something else turns up we’ll have to forget about it for awhile.

All the deductions you could take off the income would not even compare with the short form blank.

How am I going to pay it from here? By money order I suppose.

I can just imagine Butz (?) Pfeifer being stuck on himself. He is quite the bull [edited for content] to start with. He sure put on a big front in church when he was a civilian. When the shells start whisling he’ll be like all the rest.

The Colonel

An Aviation Cadet is nothing to sneeze at either. Very good pay and an officers uniform to start with. I’ll even get more pay than he does. IT isn’t everyone that passes their exams. Course I haven’t had them all yet either.

The Colonel told us we were the best bunch he’d ever had and that he asked for overseas duty also and that he might be able to go with us when we go across.

You have to hurry up and get to town before it rains? Are you still afraid to get that jalopy wet?

No body gets any medals. Medals do not make the man anyway. As far as I’m concerned the Marines are a lot of wind. Just a flashy uniform + a lot of bull. But I bet that Pfeifers sure can spread it on.

Can’t think of any further news so we’ll have to close.

Your son,

Melvin