December 3, 1940

It’s nice and bright today which makes it seven consecutive days without rain, quite a record in this country. I really have to laugh when I have to compare my conditions with Liulf’s.  He seems to have to work hard, lives in barracks and has a lot of trouble with his N.C.O.s and officers. In contrast, I get away with murder, live in a lovely billet and get along fine with my superiors. I guess it’s just a case of having the right frame of mind. I have learned when to “squawk” and when to take it easy and, in spite of all the good times I’ve had, I haven’t had as much as an hour’s C.B. I don’t wish to boast, but it just goes to show that you can adjust yourself if you only try.

Well, it’s getting near parade time again so I’ll soon have to close. In regards to the R.A.F., I feel that I can, if given the chance, really give a good account of myself. I find that it is almost impossible to get into the R.C.A.F. from this side so, if I wanted to fly, the R.A.F. was the only alternative. However, I may not even be accepted, so don’t start worrying until I actually start to fly. Well, God bless you all and I hope you have a very merry Christmas and a much more prosperous New Year. In the meanwhile, keep up your chins and I’ll be seeing you.

I must tell you that I had the pleasure of seeing Sir Malcolm Campbell’s “Bluebird” last week, as it is stored in a local garage. I also had a chance to see Messerschmitt 110, which was on display in the village to help raise money for the local “Spitfire” fund. The machine was in excellent condition and looked like a real piece of machinery. Wes Taylor and Les Glover had their photos taken with the “Mrs. Smith” serving as a background