June 10, 1942

Dear Mother:

You certainly are having a terrific hot spell. I hope the worst is over by now. We have been having very warm weather, too, but as I never see a thermometer I don’t know how it would compare with your weather.

I saw a bit about Nigel Pooley in the province when he was interviewed. I thought he had been taking an O. T. course in the east but he seems to be still a sergeant.

About the only thing different this week was a funeral for a chap who drowned while swimming in a stream not far from here. I volunteered to be one of the 20 making up the armed guard and we spent about 1½ days rifle drill before the occasion. I don’t suppose I would have done this had I realised before hand the distance between church and graveyard which we had to march. Part of this was at the dead march but fortunately there was quite a stretch where we were permitted to sling our rifles.

I am now commencing another 48 but I am going to keep away from Calgary and its Stampede. The place would be too crowded for me. Instead I will laze around here and try and get in some flying. It would have been better to have the following weekend for a 48 as I imagine Bunny would be about due for one by then.

I had a game of tennis one evening. This was rather disappointing for at no stage in my career have I played with such decrepit balls.

I got the telegraphic transfer O. K. This puts me in a rather sound financial position for I didn’t get my last two weeks pay (being in the hospital) and we have another payday next week and I’ve got $13.00in my pocket.

We were completely unaffected by army week. Nary a visitor.

Any rumours I ever mentioned about our moving are out. There is no talk of it now.

A group ahead of us, in Edmonton I think, were give nine days leave because there was no room in I. T. S. for them. I don’t imagine we would get a similar break but its good reason to imagine a prolonged sentence here.

With love from
Tony.

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