ROYAL NAVAL AIR STATION
YEOVILTON, SOMERSET.

February 8, 1941

Dear Mother:

Received a letter from Max and a Christmas parcel from Aunt Ida today. She sent me a cigarette case, chocolate, raisons, dates, and a cake. We finished the cake last night.
An R.A.F. officer was here - an old friend and Ltd. Mathew, one of my pupils who is on a refresher. After the bar closed we adjourned to my room and smoked cigars - ate the cake and yarned!

The food was very acceptable but please, if you send anything, concentrate on cigarettes. The only cigs received to date have been from Harold and Thompson.
Max tells me that he is doing a desk job at present on loan from his squadron - must be terrible. I'd hate to leave flying. Thank goodness I have been able to fly ever since I started this racket.

Very pretty country down here in Somerset. P.S. Except when the Nazis fly over.
What is Jean doing this year - surely she has finished High School. And how is Ronny working out?

The Australians can't seem to hold back - Benghazi fell today and I hope we keep on advancing.

Bought a new uniform the other day - cost me £15 or $75 for cloth, gold braid, and government tax - boy it hurts!

As usual, there is nothing really to say. You can write and ask questions - and I will answer them if possible.

Love

Bill