Scampton, Lincoln,
Sept. 12, 1917

Dear Auntie Babs:

I have been intending to write to you for a good while but, like this country, I am getting slow.

I don't suppose there is much that I can tell you that you have not heard as I have written Dad of everything I could think of and if you have seen him he will have told you practically all that I have written to him.

I just finished writing to him of a move I am about to make. I leave here next Saturday for an aerial gunnery school in Scotland known as Turnberry and expect to be there for two weeks or rather a "fort-night."

How are Paddy and Betty getting on? I suppose you are still "making munitions." I see no reason why you could not have a steady job for a good many years yet from what I can see of the war.

If you do deign to write to me make it out to Mr Metcalfe at the same old 56-67. You remember telling me of the trouble you had finding the place? I hope you did not have any harder time than I did. However he has been very decent to me indeed.

Everybody, yourself included, seems to have the same idea of England. Half of the letters I get end up with something like, - "Be a good boy."

Why don't you write me occasionally. I know you are a very busy personage but Paddy can do it if you won't.

Love to you all,

Your very "respectfull" nephew

Gord