Hello again,
We're still asailin' and no sign of land. However, we are due in Liverpool tomorrow morning. The sea has been exceptionally smooth all the way. Apart from being slightly constipated like everyone else, I have felt 100 percent. Just the same, the trip is getting to be a bit boring.
We spotted unidentified aircraft last Wednesday or Thursday so changed course. For a day or so, we were all on edge but nothing new has developed. Every morning we have muster station parades in case of attacks etc. The boys in our room are in charge of the scramble nets - the ladder - like nets you go down o get to the lifeboats. The drills put in an hour or so for us and also give us fresh air. The Gerrys would sure like to get this ship as she's got a lot of air crew. So you can see that the Captain has quite a bit of responsibility.
For the last three or four days we have played black jack by the hour. I'm down a little but not enough to lose any sleep over. I think we'd go daffy if we couldn't play cards.
Well, I think I'll fold this up now and have it ready to mail. Will phone Mr McCrae at once. Now for goodness sakes, don't worry about me - I'll get along. Cheerio for now.
Oceans of love,
Son
PS
- Please forward this to Uncle Carl. I'll write to Laura and Aunt Ethel.
- How's the little man behaving, Marion?
- How are my two nephews doing these days?
- Mother, I must have left those scissors in the car as they were not in that paper bag. Send them, the iron and a tube of Bachelor Shaving Cream.
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