Friday, September 28th.

Thanks very much for your letter of the 24th. which I got today. I'm sorry my letters have been so few and far between but I really have been terribly busy. Today things have been a bit easier for me and I'm trying to do some writing. I was up on aerial sentry this morning but nothing exciting happened so I had a good look at the war. You would never think a soul existed in the God forsaken ground, all smoke, flame and flying earth. We get the bumps from the shells and guns when down around three or four thousand feet. My machine is simply perfect and the best, at least as good as the best here. Beautiful engine, revs. two thousand on the ground.

I could get no further with this last evening as guests came in for dinner and we didn't leave the table till 10.15. I'm just having breakfast now and have to lead eight machines on an offensive patrol at 9.30, but it looks very dud just now and I doubt if we will start.

Thanks very much for the welcome you speak of when leave comes around. I sure will be glad to be back but I must say while on the ground here we are most comfortable. Strange, but the Infantry say they would rather take their chances in the trenches!!

Must close now and get down and see all machines are O.K. and ready in case we start. It is very foggy just now and I hear no others up. I don't know of anything you can send me, thanks, Dad! I am very well equipped. If you have any of that maple sugar I'm sure I could use a bar or two.

Later - Friday A.M.

Got chased into dugouts by bombers and could have no lights. Just going up for flight.