Letter Chicago, ILL, 8-25-43 My Dear Ebner, I am glad your cold is better. Please take care of yourself. I will send you another $10, but please send a card right back and tell us only that you had received [...]
The young cadets in Miami Beach may have been serving their country, but that didn't exempt them from keeping their uniforms clean in the sweat-inducing, broiling Florida heat—at their own expense! Frank writes a soulful letter to his mother on his monetary woes, and making a good case in his need for CA$H.
A bratty kid can ruin any excursion. When Frank was stationed at Truax Field near Madison, Wisconsin, Vera, a friend of the family, took Frank on some local outings. So naturally when Vera and her son, Chuck, came to Chicago to visit, my grandparents want to show them a good time as a thank you for being kind Frank. They really outdid themselves, taking them to many of Chicagoland's treasures: Field Museum, Shedd Aquarium, Brookfield Zoo, and a kid's delight, Riverview, a famous amusement park from Chicago's past.
Frank writes to his Mom the same night he wrote to Will about how tough the training is in Miami Beach. He shares a very intimate thought with his mother, about his oldest brother that surprises me, but perhaps it [...]
Frank writes in colorful language to his oldest brother, Will. Now where is it they're trying to stick that umbrella? He tells Will he's "CQ," which stands for Commander of Quarters. Frank doesn't go into much detail, but I found this description of CQ duties in a personal remembrance of another Air Force cadet: The CQ spent "the evening in detachment headquarters with a list of names and numbers to call if something went wrong. The CQ was given an alarm clock to awaken him; then he had to wake the detachment."