R208467 L.A.C. MOORE J.L.
#436 SQDN. R.C.A.F.
INDIA COMMAND
Jan. 17/45

Hello Mom & Dad,

I just received your letter of Jan. 3. It made good time considering that our new base is 1500 miles further east. I think if the work ever slackens up I might get a chance to visit a place called Imphal. It's pretty hard to write because one of the boys is playing all the old and new songs on the saxophone in the other end of our tent. The days are almost unbearably hot here but the nights are just as cold as they were at Gujrat and we haven't got the fireplaces to warm by here that we had in our huts there. Our beds here are only made of a sack with two bamboo poles stuck through the long sides. It is a little more comfortable than the grass rope ones at the last place. On Jan 13th I received a Christmas card from Cliff and a letter from a friend in Quatsino, B.C. With yours today I received a letter from Cliff and one from Bea Fearnely. Please thank Uncle Lin for me. Did he get my Christmas card? I would like to have been with you and Uncle Tim & Margaret on New Year's Eve, and out to Aunt Reta's for that dinner. I haven't written her yet acknowledging her Christmas card, but I will. I have about a dozen letters I should write but I don't get around to it. I try to do at least one an evening but fresh ones come in and the only ones I feel like writing are to you, or Margaret, or Gwen & Jim. After two or three letters, writing the same things gets tiresome. I may get a flip over the "big doin's", booting out supplies. We aren't so awfully far from Mandalay. Some of the boys get clippings from home telling of "the only Canadians in this sector." Air Marshall Breadner visited us and definitely stated that we would put in three years overseas, but some of that may be back in Europe. I sure would like to see one of those boxes of food. There isn't a great lot to eat here, & no canteen or grocery bar like the last place. I'll close now and answer and answer one of these other letters. This lamp light sure hurts the eyes though. So long for now -

Love, Joe.