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Yesterday, we made our first flight with the balloon. Capt. Felt and a major went in it. Such a time as we had with that balloon. The wind was blowing at the rate of about sixty miles an hour. The balloon would make a straight lunge for the ground, then go up with a lunge. If anybody was scared, Capt. Felt was.

As much good as I had to write about our barracks in the my other letter, that much less I have to write about them now. We are now living in tents. The wind blows and the dust flies throu the tent and everything gets so dirty, The dust around the camp is almost knee deep.

I can't get the other boys started to write that letter to the C.E. but, I'll try again and, if they don't do it, I will myself.

There is one of the finest beaches in the world here, (Waikiki). It is certainly a fine place to swim, but the water is rather salty and the salt doesn't agree with me very much.