2 March 44
Another day has come and gone. Didn't do much of anything this morning. This afternoon we went up into the mountains to shoot 45 automatics. Most of the fellows had shot them quite a few times previous. A few us hadn't and didn't make the grade - so we'll have to go again. They are big and clumsy for my small hands but I'm sure I can score enough the next time - now that I've gotten the feel of it. They sure do kick like a mule. My whole arm just flies up in the air everytime [sic.] I fired. We shot 45 rounds apiece.
Supposed to start getting processed Saturday - that means we'll be in a Squadron + then the ball will start rolling.
Ran into a Sterling boy in the mess hall this morning. I don't know whether you know him or not. His name is Johnny Ratt. Married Emily Griffith. Has a big brother who went to school with Kent; Keith is his name. His sister used to work for the folks. Pardon me, I believe they're from Praireville [sic.] not Sterling. He said they just came in from Jefferson [illegible] + I guess they're going to go to gunnery school too.
I wonder if I'm gaining any weight - I sure feel fine. Have a slight hope that perhaps a couple of needed pounds have been added.