Well, here I am in Yuma. We got here yesterday around 2 P.M. This is a B17 transition school. Millions of B17s around. It's also a gunnery school so there's quite a few B26's here too. They are used to tow targets. We live in tents - wood sides and floors. The sides are about six feet tall and the top three feet are screen. There is one light way up at the top of the tent. Well, here it is the next day, Fri. to be exact. Yesterday afternoon we flew instrument for 3 and a half hours - team ride and last night we had night flying - he didn't get around to me so I wasn't checked out. We're on the 12 noon to 12 midnight shift. We have revelry at 10:30 AM and get to be around 10 o'clock. That sure is a swell shift but heaven help us when we get on the late one. We're going on a cross country today, Phoenix, Blythe and back. Boy this sure is the pretty country. Almost all mountains - looks like the badlands of Dakota. The mountains aren't high - the highest is about 4,000 feet, but the country sure is rugged. Talk about dust - I mean sand, nothing but sand. We can't keep the tent swept. The food isn't so good but it's eatable so far. All we do down here is eat, sleep, and fly. Boy, that suits me fine. We have "hot" water at the cans so you can shave in comfort. the cans are only a block away from out tent so we're lucky. I got a box of candy from Marge and Earl yesterday so if I don't get a chance to write while I'm down here tell them it sure came at the right time. Well, it's about time for breakfast, so I better close.

Love,
Rae