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Dear Trudie,

All’s well. Still alive and kicking. But greatly enraged at the brutal bombing by our swinish enemy of London. If they destroy the Tower of London, the Houses of Parliament or any building like that I shall go raving mad.

We have been on manoeuvres all this afternoon with the Home Guard. First Day in my army boots. Oh!! Each one weighs about a ton. It’s very exciting learning how to advance in short rushes, bayonet charging. We have had grand instruction on bayonets from Dad. Where to stick it, in the throat, in the lungs or in the stomach giving it a twist as you pull it out. Things like this I would never have done before the war. But now nothing would give me greater pleasure than to cut a Hun’s throat.

In answer to your question what is ‘fish ‘n chips’. This is Britain’s favourite meal. You creep home to eat them, or now in the black-out you lower your dignity and eat them going home. If you come to England after the war you must have 12 cents worth for our first supper.

We don’t know whether Adolf is still going to invade us but the RAF are giving him a belting every night.

You might think these letters stale, with nothing but war to talk about. You see, we are now all concerned with seeing it through and have little time for films, etc. But it will take more than Hitler to stop our little timetable, won’t it?

Yours,

Brian