R-208467 L.A.C. MOORE, J.L.
#436 SQDN. R.C.A.F.
Dear Mom & Dad,
Many thanks for your letters of July 18 and 23 which I received last night. I didn't answer them right away because I had to go to bed early, being on different work now where we must rise at 4.30 A.M. (ugh!) I'm so glad to hear that Jim is home. Will he be able to get stationed near home pending his discharge? I guess you are all glad to have him for a month anyway. I don't mean to criticize Jim but his ideas of where I am & what I am doing here are way off beam. Those clippings and pictures I have sent you are more accurate. I have wondered too, from the things Margaret has written, just what Jim told her about me. I haven't heard from her for three weeks now by the way, so perhaps she has grown tired of waiting and writing. I know I shouldn't think about anything seriously until I see her again, but it's awfully tough. Maybe, the mail has just been held up. So Cliff is in the Army at last. I'll bet he's glad. From his letters he was getting pretty bored at the Car Works. I wonder if he'll end up in Japan or Europe. I may see him if it's the latter. The name of the instructor at the club is Alf Spittles but he lives in the east end. The club is at his brothers place on King West. Dad might know his brother Fred Spittles, for he is a fireman at the station beside Brown-Boggs. I don't think they have a phone. All I asked you to do was to slow down sometime on your way to Aunt Reta's and notice the house number. There's a club sign on the verandah. It's opposite Dromore Crescent. If there's no sign, just forget about it, because he may have closed the club because most of the fellows are gone. I'm glad to hear the bonds are reaching you okay. I was going to increase my assignment now that I have my "A" group, but it has not come through the red tape of Bombay accounts yet. I got it in December, so it will start January 1st, I think. It will be quite a lot of back-pay when I do get it. Tell Jim I still hear from Roger in Bombay and that Sgt. Webster is on his way home, (he's a friend of one of Jim's friends in London.) I'm glad to hear that Aunt Clara got my letter. It's too bad your weather has been disagreeable, and the fruit hasn't been so good. The weather's still the same here, about one dry day a week. We had a good show a while ago, "Meet Me In St. Louis". We sit out in the field on gas cans huddled up in our monsoon capes and bush hats, with our rubber boots in about 3" of mud & water. I think I'd fall asleep now, in a comfortable theatre. So Aunt Eva is refurnishing their house, eh? My, My! Thanks for including my name on the wedding gift. I had an idea I was about to be disowned a while back. Well, I'm going for a swim in the briny now, rain or no rain. I haven't been able to go for a few days. Everybody's got a prickly heat rash and it's really bad in this country. The salt water is supposed to be good for it, however. So long till next time, --Your loving son,
I'm sorry I forgot to wish Jim a Happy Birthday in my last letter to him. Please give him my belated greetings. I didn't even realize it was August until today, or rather yesterday when I got your letters and I automatically started to figure out how long they took. Those and a letter from another girl I met in England were the first in about three weeks.