One of my Uncle Joe’s letters will be posted to this Blog each and every Friday until they are done. Please see below for a link to Joe’s full story and the other letters in this series so far.
Joe and crew have experienced their first few bombing raids over Germany, the first of which ended in disaster. Joe is flying out of Chedburgh in Suffolk, New Year 1945.
Letter 103; 6th Feb 1945
“Dear Mom,
Well I’m back!! We got in at 10 past 12 last night. Gosh! What a hell of a journey. I had a couple of cups of tea at dinner time (the train went at 2pm instead of 11.45) and I never had another drink ’til 11.30 in Bury. I was dry as the desert! Jean packed me some apples and sandwiches and I can tell you I was glad of ‘em during the journey.
We had a wonderful time, as always. Jean ‘took me’ to a Panto on Monday night. It was a pretty good show too. Albert Wheelan and Colinson & Brean were the only big noises in the show but it was entertainment. I came back to camp with Joe (I told you he was in Liverpool), I was glad of the company.
We got the ‘gen’ that we will have to do 35 Ops instead of 30 now. Still at the rate the Russians are going we may be finished this war before we have got to 35!! Here’s hoping anyway.
By the way we are to have some sort of official presentation of our ‘Gold Fish’ (for the ‘ditching’). I’ll tell you all about it (IF I go) ‘cos I’m not keen on anything in the way of a parade especially when I’m the center of it.
Well there’s nowt new so I’ll sign off for now. Roll on the laundry!!
Toodle-oo and God bless. Keep smiling.
Love and lots of it,
Joe xxxxxxxxxxxx”
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