June 11, 1944 (Sunday)

RAF Station
SNITTERFIELD

Hello Dad,

    How are things?  By the looks of things you should be still convalescing from the fishing expedition, ha.  No doubt I’m sure that you would appreciate the fun the most.
    Not much has happened since I last wrote to Mother.  Yesterday was our day off so three of us wheeled into another new town.  You know where Phil Fader is Mayor - well this was in England instead.  It’s a pretty town and plenty to do there.  We got lost on the way back and didn’t get to bed until 3 AM.  You should have seen us all sleep through lectures to-day -- really grim.
    I’m glad to know that Tom has struck a good spot to live.  When I read about their nightly performance thru’ the window next door I almost split my sides.  I only wish I could have seen it myself -- ahem!
    Jean let me in on the profit for the month of April -- I wouldn’t mind making a fraction of it but the Air Force just isn’t the place for capitalizing.  At least we can save a little though.
    I received word today that my new uniform is finished so I’ll send them a cheque for it to-morrow.  It’s costing me approx. $70.00 so it should be good.  Now I must start saving to put it back into my account in Canada.
    Do you know if Bud and Ed Annable are in the invasion -- keep me posted on that, eh?  Also I haven’t seen a Press since I left.  Can you do anything about it?  Oh yes, send my other watch over as soon as it is repaired so I’ll have a spare in case this one stops.  I hardly think it will tho’ as it keeps perfect time.  Tell John I appreciate him getting it for me so quickly -- real service.  Well Pops, guess that’s all for now.  Received a letter from Velma - got a big kick out of it - will answer this week.
    Cheerio till Wed.  Love to all,

Son

PS - Use this address:
P/O Melvin DR
J 3995 9
RAF Station
SNITTERFIELD, ENG