"Post marked Barry, Wales
222 Northfield Rd.,
While alone in the fo'cas'le I must have a talk with you.
We have not been very busy all day but, of course, we have to fill in the time doing something. I had nothing to go ashore for tonight as I didn't think there could be any mail from Birmingham until tomorrow. I shall go to the post office tomorrow sometime and if I don't get a letter from you I shall be mighty disappointed.
We are to be paid up in full definitely Thursday, Aug. 29th. It will comfort me very much to be able to send you some very much needed money. It is just possible the Captain will not let me leave the ship. He has said nothing about it as yet and I am a bit worried because he doesn't have to under the new regulations. He can keep me for six months. It seems that all merchant seamen are given Naval status for the duration of the war so virtually we are in H.M. Navy. [Oops. This wasn't in Jones' plans.] Gosh I would get hung up on something like that. However I am not discouraged [The eternal optimist.] and even if I have to stay with the ship for another three months (the articles have already been running for three months) I shall finally get my discharge in England. In a sense I shall not be sorry because it will be a chance to get you fixed up with some money before I make a break. But from what I can learn there is lots of work going here and one need not be out of a job very long. I am just giving you a picture of my mind so don't let it worry you as I shall manage to make the best of it. There is nothing to worry about and I am at least 'on active service.' The sirens are blowing a warning for an air raid. I cannot hear the enemy planes yet. They are always very high and one can only hear them. The search lights and anti-aircraft guns keep the planes very high. I would love to see a plane brought down but there is not much chance of getting them when they are so high. They just pass overhead on their way to other objectives.
I wrote ...illegible...Clark, Montreal, tonight, also addressed a letter to Bill Anthony, 1st Division Canada, England. I hope he receives it.
Last evening I wrote Mother a letter and visited the library (a bit small than the N. Toronto one). Barry is not a very attractive place and once you have walked through the main street there is nothing else to see (about the size of Mimico or perhaps as large as New Toronto and not by any means as interesting.)
I wish I could be with you instead of being so many thousand miles away. Have you been canoeing since I left home? How does the house look now? I expect the taps and everything else cause you constant worry. Just scold me for letting you in for it and then smile. Hurry up Thursday and bring along a pay cheque.
Heaps of love and keep you spirits up Sweetheart. Love & kisses. Ever Bill"
Okay, now it looks like Bill Jones will have to spend many more months crewing on the Darcoila.