Feature Letter of July 5th, 2022
Watson, William Douglas
Today is supposed to be the last day for day flying in our course, and even though we are third highest in crews, we are still behind, but are scheduled to finish up today. Just as I expected though, it's overcast and the ceiling's about a thousand feet. Visibility's really lousy, so I'm afraid we've had it for today.
It's now 9:15, and a few of us are sitting around the crew room doing absolutely nothing. As yet I'm the only one of crew here. I guess the rest of the gang must have rolled over and went back to sleep after they took a look at the weather.
It's too bad I have a stomach, because I can't miss breakfast, and as for those parcels you've sent, well I'm always nibbling away at something. I'm afraid I've cultivated a bad sweet tooth. You remember I never ate many cream chocolates. Well now we're issued flying ration chocolate, and I just make a pig of myself. The meals the last few days have been rather good for a change, so I'm afraid I'm putting on a few pounds again, feeling fit as a fiddle and, for a change, am not browned off, however I don't know how long that will last.