ROYAL AIR FORCE STATION,
TEL WARMWELL 377.
This morning the whole squadron went over to France and back before breakfast. We had a special job to do and it all went off quite smoothly. I was the only one who saw an enemy aircraft. It was an ME 109 and he fired at me and missed and we had quite a decent dogfight and I gave him a few bursts but he had a enough and bolted for home and I daren’t follow as it was over enemy territory, so I turned back for England but I didn’t see anything else. Everyone got home quite all right.
Well if they call this summer I don’t think much of it. It’s that cold tonight that we have a fire in the mess. There has been a few fine days and there never seem to have two or more fine days in succession. I think N.Z. winter is better that this and would love to see some real sunshine. I do wish I had Stumpy here. I certainly will be glad to get back home after the war. The news hasn’t been quite so bad lately but I think this war will be several years before it is over yet.
Hope you are well at home.
Love to all