April 12, 1944
Dear Mom
I start school next Wednesday. The radio mechanics school here lasts five months'
then I
got to Chanute Field, Illinois, for two months of pre-radar; then for two months of
advanced
radar at Boca Raton, Florida. At the end of that time I have just about the highest
M.O.S.
(military occupational specialty) rating possible. I will know, supposedly, how to
repair any
radio equipment the air corps has. It is doubtful that I will get any rating until
I have finished
completely and am assigned to a squadron, but I may get a corporalcy when I get to
Boca
Raton. But afterwards I will get up somewhere in the three highest: technical, master,
or first
sergeant.
If I am able to be at the top of my class, I may be retained as an instructor for
some time,
and then sent to some OCS and become an officer in this field of radio. But I think
I would
rather be a sergeant and see some action.
Radar is an up-and-coming field. Besides having turrets sighted by it, the famous
bomb
sight is being replaced by some radar device.
I can run into Chicago on my one day a week off, so I though I might go to see the
Hognesses if they are in town. Do we know anyone else in this section of the country?
Ann
Arbor is a little far away, I'm only supposed to go 150 miles.
Would you send me those gloves I send home in November? Unless of course, you are
using them.
Pasadena must be beautiful now. Winter still is making things chilly here, But it
won't
be long. I'm having a lot of luck in my field location.
To you and the family, my love,
Linus
