Jan 29, 1942
And that means Donny and the whole family. What a beautiful war! Even the Eskimos must be in it by this time. But what do you say we forget the whole thing. I'm having a swell time out here. As you've heard by this time I'm back in Scotland again. First Scotland, then England for a couple of month's holiday and back to Scotland again. I was only a few miles from France but still haven't seen one single, little, enemy plane, nor heard one bomb drop. We got plenty of air-raid warnings that enemy planes are coming across but it seems to me that they never got across. I've often heard the shore guns and naval guns, and still do, blazing away like thunder. Everything here is in the hands of the forces. When we need more sleeping quarters we just take over the most convenient hotel, public bath houses and so on. The black outs are perfect. Not a single speck of light can be seen from the air (nor from the street). Everyone goes bumping along the street at night. Business goes on as usual, at night and through air raids. I met some swell people here. Everything is either rationed, scarce, or just isn't any. It's hard to get drunk because the pubs usually ran out of beer and everything before the night is over. In Scotland where I am now, the beer parlors close at 8:00 p.m. and are open only a few hours a day.
I've been here at this station only a few weeks but I think I'll be stationed here for quite a spell. I'm a staff pilot, attached to the station and an instructor (not a flying but a radio instructor). I fly six days a week, get a day off, and a week off every 7th week. The station is good and near a city. There's a skating rink here in the city, shows, dances, etc. The work is easy and very interesting and educational. Flying is safe so no need to worry your heads off. Tom (P.O.?) would like it here. Hockey games and skating every night. Quite a crowd turn out to skate but few actually get along. I have another uniform to add to my collection. It's called battle dress. I wear it around the station and on informal dates. I finally found a store that had films to fit my camera (127).
Cigarettes would be appreciated very very much. Send a few hundred every couple of weeks and I'll make it up to you some other time. I'll buy you a Coca Cola. I'll wash your parlor floor. Give the little squidger my regards. I mean Tom Jr. not Donny. And I hope Paul and Tom Jr and Minnie Cooch are ok. Love to Mom, etc
Love from your brother,