Mon. Oct. 14th/40
How is my love this morning? I have just returned to the house after going down to the school this morning with Betty and calling at the library for an hour or so, where I have been reading the army or rather the Air Force manual. It is a dull morning, overcast and has the appearance of rain but it may not do so for several hours.
You see I am still here. Last Wed. I felt I could not stick it another day. Waiting is mighty hard for me. I went up to the city (London) and called Montague on the telephone. He seemed to be quite congenial and told me not to be impatient and to leave everything in Critchley's hands--that the matter could not be in better hands, on top of which he wished me good luck. I returned home feeling a bit relieved but still restless and anxious. However they all assured me here that I am most welcome, advised me to wait a while longer. They managed to keep me busy at one thing or another. (They have been putting themselves to endless endeavor to think up all the odd jobs that they can in order to keep my interest engaged). Thursday passed and Friday afternoon. I received a letter from Mrs. Banister enclosing a notice from the Air Force to appear before a selection committee on the 15th, tomorrow, at 3:30 p.m. in London. Wish me luck, Sweetheart. I am more or less at a loss as to why it should be a selection committee. However I shall go as well prepared as I can to meet any and all questions and to create as favorable impression as I possibly can. I am glad that the matter is coming to a head and feel that I am at least getting somewhere. Should I fail to overcome the obstacles, I shall immediately enter the merchant marine service and work for a mates or master's ticket. I am fully determined not to quit, whatever the future may hold.
I am greatly worried about your ear Dearie, and feel that you are taking undue risk in not seeing a specialist about it. Please be careful and not expose yourself to any possibility of serious complication.
There goes an alarm. The bombers must be over somewhere. It is almost lunch time too. The school staff and pupils will have to remain in the dug-out until this 'all clear' goes, no matter what time that will be. It plays the mischief with class work and routine. I shall go down to the school as usual at 12:30 for my lunch, and wait until the 'all clear' goes. Betty will not be able to leave her pupils until they are called for by their parents or the 'all clear' goes. It has just started to rain. It will be miserably cold and damp in the school dugout. I bet they are all cursing Jerry for all they are worth.
Yesterday after church, Betty & I took a bus to Wisley, a small country village about four miles from Kingston, or about ten miles from here. Miss Day, Betty's Principal, provided us with her membership pass to the Royal horticultural Society's garden at Wisley. Gee Dearie, you would have loved to see such a variety of plant and shrubbery. Every flower and shrub that I ever heard of, and many more, were to be seen. It was beautifully laid out--and the rock garden was something never to be forgotten. Many of the blooms have slightly faded but so many late flowers and beautifully colored leaves more than made up for the quality of some of the roses and dahlias which have passed their prime. We returned home just in time to be greeted by a bomb, which fell so near to our house, that the dirt which it threw up rained down upon us like so much silt. Poor Miss Sendamore and Miss Day, who had taken refuge in the dugout at the rear of the house, when the warning was given, were startled and quite upset when the hurricane lantern, which they had for a light, went out because of the jar from the explosion. [Wow! Too close for comfort!] Betty and I were glad to be so near to them. It was not long before things quieted down again. This morning, when I was out for a walk with Miss Sendamore's dog, I saw the hole made by the bomb. It was in a cemetery, a block away from us. The particles of the bomb case were visible and a bit of a hole in the ground, also about twenty or thirty tombstones were splattered with oil, which the bomb contained. Fortunately no damage or loss of life resulted. Several other bombs fell in different parts of Richmond, but beyond broken glass, and the demolition of a few houses and apartments, no serious damage resulted.
I was mighty interested in hearing that Ron is on his way to England. Once I am settled I hope to contact them all and keep up correspondence, but I want to find out where I stand first. It's not a bit pleasant to be dancing one's feet on the side lines. However, Honey, I shall not give up trying and at least I shall die hopefully if nothing else.
I must go down to the school now. It is 12:45. I have not heard the 'all clear' go yet. If you could only be here to have lunch with me. You will one of these days Sweetheart or I'll know the reason why not.
Heaps of love and I shall wire or cable you immediately I know more. Keep up your prayers and faith and I shall succeed. A great hug and kiss.
Tune in next week to find out how the interview went . . .