Just as I finished your letter yesterday Phillips telephoned that a letter had just arrived from you. He very kindly sent it over to where I was by orderly. See, it did cheer me up. Gosh Hon. If you could only manage to get over here. Now that I know that you are game enough to come you are going to come and that is all there is to it. Tomorrow I'm going to see a person whom I meet every morning on my way to Squadron Hdqtrs. She wears the uniform of a Womans Auxiliary Air Force officer. Her rank would correspond to mine. [He's a Lieutenant] She always smiles at me when I pass and I'm going to take the bull by the horns tomorrow and stop her and see how one must go about getting a commission in the Women's Auxiliary Air Force. You would simply love the work Dearie. I have kept thinking just where you would fit in and looking around to see what service would suit you best. I'm sure your qualifications [University] and qualities would serve the Air Force best. In fact I know it. The better part of you for me and me for you. Never mind I'm not on the trail now--fired by your letter. I'll let you know immediately just how to go about it and what the requirements are. You'd make a marvelous officer Dearie--I can see you now. Boy, oh boy! Say nothing until we have worked it all out. I'm glad to say that by the end of this month I'll have about 50 pounds to our credit in Lloyds and once you find a way across it will be at your disposal at once. By the way look into the possibility of coming over by clipper or on one of the big bombers. It would be a marvelous trip Sweetheart and, I believe, fully as safe or safer than any other way. They are taking the utmost care to land the big planes safely here and the risk is nil. Do please look into the possibilities. Set your wind to serve in the W.A.A.F. and don't take no. You'll get here. I'll pull like h--l from this side.
I went to church this morning at the little old church called the Old Parish Church. The service was simple and very pleasant. The church was packed. I think I told you yesterday that Phillips and I planned to go to Plymouth today. For some reason or other Phillips couldn't get away so the trip is off. I met Mrs. Phillips wheeling her son Andrew, just as I came away from church.
The weather is colder today. The sky is gray and, all in all, quite a different day to yesterday.
Our Flight is planning a night to the theatre this week. Likely Friday. "Rio Reta" is on.
I was interested to learn of the Imperial Bank fire. The picture of the cat and kittens was very striking. I sent it on to Betty and family.
Gee, Honey hurry up and come over. You have done more to revive my hope than ever and I know it will work out alright. Don't let the question of the house bother you. Pack the things in boxes and look up a good tenant or let Merkin (sp?) look after it until we return. We can always get it again so don't let it worry you.
I am filling in as orderly officer while he is having lunch. I come on for my regular course of duty at 7:15 tonight.
Heaps of love Sweetheart and be brave and never fear. You are wonderful and full of pluck. I know you'll get here.
Happy dreams and take good care of yourself. A big kiss and hug.
P.S. I shall write Mickey Lennox. Please send me a copy of our marriage certificate to give in to the R.A.F. Just type a copy. The paymaster has to have it before he can pay separation allowance.
Gee not a line have I written to you since last Sunday. This has been a very heavy week for me and my head is swimming tonight. Still I don't like the thought of not sending you at least three letters per week.
I have cleaned off two exams this week, gas and hygiene. On top of doing this I had to give three extra lectures to a group of young officers, not so young--some were old enough to be my father or almost so. They were new officers. Then my flight had an examination which gave me fifty papers to examine and mark. I'm trying not to sacrifice my own course that is why I'm so terribly pushed for time and almost breath. However I did managed to get in one evening of recreation. I joined my flight in a theatre night. We saw Emily (sp?) Williams, quite a prominent actor and play writer on this side of the ocean. Title was "The Light of Heart." It was very well acted and well worth seeing. The boys seemed to enjoy it also.
Well after all this time Dearie, I've heard from Chris and Nan Martin. They are not in the Dover area. That accounts for my not being able to contact them. They are living in Falmouth, Cornwall, about a hundred and thirty miles west of here. They replied to a letter which I sent, having obtained their address from Mr. Wilkin. They are both well and are most anxious to see me. They have invited me to come over at once. That, of course is out of the question. I can't get off even for twelve hours. It would take at least two days to go over there. Transportation is not so good these days.
I had a bit of luck the day before yesterday. I stopped the W.A.A.F. officer to whom I referred in my last letter, and asked what chance I would have in getting you over here if you came expecting to join up with them. She very kindly offered to write to her commanding officer and she expects to hear in a few days. She didn't seem to think that you would get a commission right off. She joined as a private (I'm told that W.A.A.F.'s don't have privates, well whatever they have she joined up as one.) Now she has a commission and seems to be quite proud of herself. Though she says she can't enjoy herself as she did when in the ranks. Her name is Miss Waterman, blond blue eyes and pretty as the D-1 in her air force blue uniform. She is doing all she can to get a favorable answer from her commander.
I got 94% in gas but only 76% in Hygiene. I should have taken more time to write. Nobody short of Lord Ratendan (Duke of Wellington's son) invigilated me to see that I didn't cheat. He is quite a nice sort. I have to take that part of his job all next week.
I received a very nice letter from Mrs. Stonham, as an Easter message. Clarice and Dulcie have each knitted me another pair of socks. I believe I have a dozen pairs, Dearie, and few if any holes in them.
Curses, I could swear, I went in to see the paymaster yesterday to get a check off to you and it seems a new regulation is now in effect which requires a Canadian to remit a percentage of his own salary to his dependents. In other words it will be almost a month by the look of things before you receive any money. I could weep. Here I have almost three hundred dollars in Lloyd's Bank in London and I can't send you a cent of it. There is some form or other which is coming along to me, and which I have to fill out and return, before payments commence to you. I won't receive the usual separation allowance as you are living outside of what they call the Sterling area which means I shall receive about 9 pounds less per month than officers of equal ranks living here in Britain whose wives are here also. I don't mind that part so long as you don't have to wait any longer for regular payments. I shall still send you 10 pounds per month. I think I can do it out of my regular pay. I have been able to get expenses down to a minimum by cutting out all indulgences. I have no friends here in Torquay to worry about and that helps a lot. It also helps me to get my work off. (This week I have two more exams--math and law.)
That will leave me only three more. Then I hope to get moved to some flying school if I'm lucky.
Well, Sweetheart, I am all excited at the prospect of you coming over. Don't forget to look into the possibility of coming over on one of the big bombers. I'm told the fare is $200.00. I have that in the bank here already.
Heaps of love Dearie. Happy thoughts and dreams. I long for you and think always of you. A big hug and kiss.