Dear Evie,<br/><br/>I did it. I made it.  They called a bunch of us in about a half-hour ago and gave us our assignments. Aviation Cadet Jack T. Miller at your service, ma'am. I wasn't assigned as a pilot, and I will admit I was a little disappointed until I talked with the CO. That means our Commanding Officer.  Wow, I must really be getting use to the Army, huh? He sat me down and asked why I had wanted to be a pilot.  I told him because I had grown up watching movies about the Red Baron and Gervais Lufbery.  He smiled and said he had felt the same way when he first joined, but that the Army Air Corps is completely different than it was in the Great War.  Back then, all they had were pilots who flew fighters, now there are airplanes with entire ten man crews on them, each with a very specific job.  He explained to me that all the tests we had taken were scored and then organized on a scale of one to nine. Nine being the best.  I received a 5 for navigator, a 6 for pilot, and an 8 for bombardier.  I had never heard of a bombardier before but from what I understand,<del>if</del>when I pass my training, I will be the one aiming the bombs over the target.  That interested me very much.  The CO slapped me on the shoulder and said, "Just remember, all that flying would be wasted without guys like us."  So, I am going to be a bombardier.  I don't exactly like the idea of being the one who pushes that button, but if doing it brings me home to you and Mother and Father, I'll do it.  And I will come back. I promise.<br/><br/>Maybe I shouldn't have gotten so upset about Ralph, but I just couldn't help it.  I've always been protective of you, Evie, you know that.  Maybe it would be a good idea to keep making that quilt, you know, just in case.  You were always so good teaching the children in Sunday school I know you would make a wonderful mother, and it goes without saying any fella would be lucky to have you as a wife.  He'd have to meet with my approval, of course, which will be a difficult task.<br/><br/>I miss you, Evie. Even just the littlest things.  I could always talk to you about things I could never talk to anyone else about.  I mean, the guys here are great and the girls, well they're nice and everything, the ones I can talk to anyway but, there's just certain things a guy needs his best friend to hear, you know?  I don't know if I'm making any sense, but I do know I miss you.  I don't know how many times I've had a free moment here and there and I've had to stop myself saying, "I think I'll go see Ev..." and then it hits me.<br/><br/>I'll be shipping out to pre-flight training soon, but until then it's snapping peas and mopping floors.  Please write again soon, Evie.<br/><br/>Always,<br/>Aviation Cadet Jack T. Miller<br/><br/>