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