June 22, 1944 (Thursday)

RAF Station
SNITTERFIELD

Hello Mom,

    Have sort of slipped this week - rammin’ around too much at nights I guess - but having fun anyway.  It feels good to be flying again and to know that I haven’t lost the touch.  Had a little difficulty with that extra engine at first but now it’s a cinch.  Poor Andy came taxying along the other day and pulled his wheels up by mistake and is now gone to Sheffield to take a discip. course -- sort of a punishment I guess.  It means that we’re split up now and I’m a bit browned off about it -- as is he.
    The day before yesterday was a wonderful day - two more boxes of chocolates - Melvin’s and Gradma M’s and cigarettes from Mevlin V. and Gord and Eileen.  Tell Spagett to stick to Winchester, Buckingham or Phillip Morris.  I just can’t smoke Sweet Caps but traded them for some P.M.s with another chap.  So this time everything worked out hunkey-dorey.  Thanks everybody -- letters following!  Has Mel J caught a fish yet? -- Also Jean and Hugh? Ha! Got the parcel with scissors on June 18 so now my toe-nails are cut.
    Oh yes -- don’t rob yourselves of rye by sending it to me -- I can see where you’re not going to have any to spare at 13 oz per month.  The casual bottle is plenty - now I’m serious about this - I’ve gotten to like the beer over here so don’t go around with my tongue hanging out.
    Haven’t gotten any mail for 4 or 5 days except the parcels - and they came at a very good time - no sweet rations this month so far and my cigs were down to about a hundred -- now up to 700, oh boy!
    Last night we went to the village ball in Snitterfield and did we have a time - we six Canadians ran everything - more or less put some life into the party.  I’ve not shagged like that since I was in High School -- you might almost call it jitter-bugging.  Well, must close now Mom - Will write again Sun.  Hello to all the men in the shop.  Did Louis get my letter?  Scads of love,

Son