"c/o Mrs. L. Prefontaine
132 Slater St.,
Here we are miles apart but still I can imagine you here right beside me.
Well Honey I have nothing yet in a definite way but by tomorrow afternoon I may have a final decision, In any case I'm afraid the Air Force is definitely out of the picture for the time being, at least as there is no possible way of overcoming the ruling that rejects me. [Jones passed his medical tests with flying colours until he got to the eye test. Oh, he got through it just fine, but the doctor noted that one eye reflected light oddly. Busted!]
Yesterday (Monday) I had two meetings with Gen. Turner--he seemed very glad to see me and went out of his way to make contact for me with different officials. He found out that Ralston would be at the Parliament House in session during the afternoon and if I were lucky I might see him for a minute or two between sessions. I proceeded to the House about 4 p.m. The guard stopped me and was not going to let me pass as I had no written instructions. I took the bull by the horns and bluffed (I hear you now accusing me of such practice) it out by asking him to inform Col. Ralston that 'Jones of Digby' wished to see him for a minute or so. Immediately he contacted Ralston's secretary. [Our William Jones had more nerve . . . .] I was invited to his suite of offices but I surmised the trap as I could only see the secretary in evidence. These secretaries are the mischief to get by. However what I wanted was an introduction to Major Power, minister of Air, from Col. Ralston. She at once made arrangements to see Major Power. Just as I was leaving the suite to visit Power, I met Ralston face to face. He nodded and asked me into his private office. A battle royal ensued. He took me wrong and we battled for fifteen minutes until I saw we could get nowhere as he thought I was just another job seeker. However he modified his attitude toward the end and became quite civil. He dictated a letter of introduction to Col. Gorseline and asked him to consider my case as special. Which meant a job in the army as C2 category. Not satisfied with that alone, I headed for Major Power this morning and had much better satisfaction--it seems that at present a C2 man cannot be taken into the air force on the Administrative staff but I am assured that my case is going to be given special consideration and I am to hear from Col. Stewart in a few days. But that is too slow for me as I cannot wait. So that afternoon I followed along Ralston's leads and I was sent over to the Forestry Corps where Major Ferguson seemed very glad to meet me and requested me to wait over until tomorrow p.m. in order to have time to look into my case. I have decided to wait and see what develops. Between you and me it may just be so much hooey. I never saw so much slip shoddy methods in my life as one sees here. All seem scared of the job they hold and try to carry out instructions to the minutest detail fearing they will be criticized. [Ahh bureaucracy!] I liked two or three of the air force staff including Stewart and a fellow by the name of Frost--these two are pulling for me and are genuine friends. They are going to try and get the C2 category admitted to the Air Force.
Ferguson of the Forestry Branch doesn't quite know where he stands. He was just trying to get an officer arranged.
I have not seen Turner since yesterday as I may have to use him again. He mentioned something about a good man (?) being needed to look after the internment organization. I shall only stay a day longer and if they can't open a door somewhere I shall proceed to Montreal. The more I see of Canada's effort, the more disgusted I am. And men like Turner are terribly down in the dumps about it, but he is not active now. He is commissioner of the Pension Board, a comparatively inactive branch and not exactly in the swim, so his influence is not very great. He is a fine old gentleman though and a staunch friend.
Well Sweetheart, I must run to the letter box now. Heaps of love and a big hug and kiss.
P.S. Please note address 132 instead of 134 as I gave you Sunday. Bill"
At the time, Bill did not admit to Helen his humiliating bust in the eye test. He would only admit it much later. But the man was tenacious. He had a goal in mind and was going to get there one way or another. But what's this business about going to Montreal?? Well, wait and see.