Well here I am at Spence Field, and is this place a dump.
Tom & I hitchhiked from Savanah [sic] last night and after a mad ride to a small town south of here in the fog, and after two flats, we made it. Got in about 1030 this morning. Gee I miss you honey, it was really hell to leave Friday, it reminded me of that Monday I left in October ’43.
The trip down was awful. The train was mobbed as usual, but I hustled a seat, couldn’t sleep though. I’ve still got the scotch, the[re] wasn’t even a dining car on the load much less a club car. I had my first meal today since Friday.
This place really looks like a rough deal, plenty of chicken all around, especially at the flight line. The food is good though, so far. We live in a two story barracks divided off into rooms with three in a room. I don’t know when we start flying, which, by the way, will be all in AT-6’s, no P-40’s. So that means 70 more hours in that ship. I’ll have almost 200 in it when I’m through.
The washouts down here are very high, around 50%, and half of the lucky ones that get through are flight officers, but that doesn’t make any difference to me, all I want are those wings.
We’ll be restricted for the next two week so I won’t see this town, but from what I here [sic] it’s a killer. Everything folds up about nine o’clock, that is what there is to fold. Well anyhow I’ll save money.
I’ve still got $5.00 worth of meal tickets, too. The first open post I get I’m going to town and blow me to a good meal, on Uncle Sam.
Did Ace make it O.K? Let me know his address and how he likes it.
Give my love to Bobby & Nan for me, and thank Bob again for all she did, she’s really marvelous. And so are you my dearest Mom. I love you with all my heart and think of you constantly. A thousand kisses from—
Your devoted son
Recommended CitationClark, William Judson, "Letter Written by William Judson Clark to Mrs. Ruth S. Clark Dated January 1, 1945" (1945). Clark, Dorothy Audrey Six and William Judson. Paper 211.