France or Canada right away. I hated to leave the old squadron.
I did like it. Now all my kit is there and will be lost I
suppose. I had a good suit on me burnt as well as my Flying
suit. Address my mail in care of Mrs. Thom and send me some
sugar please, its not to be had here now.
Heaps of love and kisses to the girls and yourselves.
Ever your own dear son,
P. S. Please don't worry. It would just be like you both,
and I'm as fit as a fiddle. I believe our escape was one of
the most remarkable I ever heard of. Here I am six days
after, feeling like a prize fighter, and have just shown one
of the fellows in this room that I am one.