Well, here goes another letter about nothing. I got the proofs - they aren't anything to rave about. I got Son's address that you sent so now if you ever get June's... but I guess it's too late now. You sure ask a lot of questions that I don't know nuttin about. How am I supposed to know anything about Lincoln? I'll tell you what's what when I get there. I don't know how long I'll be there - about two weeks I think. I really don't know anything about it.

I got all my clothes back form the cleaners today and my laundry came back too, so I'm already to move. Say, remember those shorts you sent - three, I think, with gripper fasteners, well, every one ripped the first time I wore them.

Here it is Sunday and I got a letter from you today. I can't ask you to come to Lincoln because I don't know enough about the place. The rumors we get say we're restricted to the post for five days and if we're there for only two weeks that doesn't give much free time. At Lincoln we get put into our combat crews and then we get 18 weeks training together. So I can't say anything definite until I find out myself. As for giving you the brush off, that's a laugh. Say pa, I sent that dough to you for you to use. As for working hard for it, that's a laugh. After we leave here we'll start to work but this post has been a big vacation. So put the dough in your pocket and do what you want with it. Spend it on yourself - spend it on ma - spend it on Slow Nell in the 4th or on that blond, but spend it as a present from me to you.

Now ma, about Doris. I wrote Doris about everything you mentioned and more. I even told her I was fickle and that when I reach 30 years I would start thinking of marriage, but all to no avail. The only thing left is to write and make it definite or gradually stop writing all together. I don't know which I should do. As for Dolores, I've regretted the way I treated her more than once and I certainly don't want that to happen again. I'm trying to let the gal down easy. I only knew her two weeks before I left home - I think the glamor of my wings and bars sorta sent her off the deep end. I can't see it myself but you dopes back home think it's really something. Never once when I was home did I commit myself in any way, sooooo, it's all her fault. Well, mostly her fault.

Well, so much for that. Say, I sent Connie a letter and a post card like yours and she has never answered once. Didn't she get them? If not, please send her address. I sent them just to Glen Ellyn, no street or number. Say, aunt Berry said you were trying to find an apt. with five rooms - a room for me or something. That's silly. What did she mean? Well, I'm all through with my flying here - I think. We leave Wednesday - I think. By the time you get this letter I'll be on my way, I hope. Well, that's all for tonight so I better close for now. My next letter will be from my new station so don't expect a letter too soon.

Love,
Rae

P.S I never did get to go to Mexico.