Letter 31 From Great Malvern, England - Regular letter
APO 640, US Army
Nov. 8, 1942

Dear Mom, Dad & all:-

     It's Sunday night and I've just got home from work (about 10:30 pm ).  It's been a rather uneventful week for me, not as far as world events are concerned.  I went to a dance Wednesday night given by the WRENS (Women's Royal Naval Service) and had rather an enjoyable evening.  Yesterday it was another Lt's and my turn to go to a nearby town to get the rations for the ETG officers here, a task which took most of the day.  Although it had been wet all week it was a beautiful sunshiny day so the bus trip was most enjoyable, I had quite a chat with a little white haired old lady coming back on the bus.  She was telling me about the things she used to do when she was a young lady and something of her experiences in the blitze.  Dropped in to the local pubs last night to hoist afew and chew the rag with the boys.  I'm still working on my radio and its a long way from finished yet.  I should have it working by Christmas, I hope.
    It certainly was thrilling to hear on the wireless this morning about the Americans landing in French North Africa and all week to hear about the wonderful job the British 8th Army is doing in Lybia.  It looks as though we are going to play for keeps this time and I certainly hope we can hold our gains.  This seems to be the first time since the war began that we have had the supplies to really carry on an effective blitzkrieg of our own and I get a real kick out of our turning the tables on Hitler with a week-end coup, such as he himself used so successfully on the small countries of Europe.  I couldn't help but wonder if George was among those landing in Africa, or is he still in California?
     I received my statement of service today from Washington.  It came air mail, but had evidently had a dip in the ocean.  It was all crinkled and faded from having been soaked and was stamped "Air Mail" delayed at _____.   Don't know what could have happened to it.  I'm sure glad to get it, though, since it will mean three 5% increases in my base pay for longevity of service.  This means a total of 25% above base pay altogether as I get 10% for overseas service.  I hope you got the first payment of my allotment okay.  Don't mention the amount in any letters you write as that is taboo, but, let me know if you get it, as well as my insurance policy and Defense Bond receipt.  I haven't received any of the packages you sent me as yet, but suppose they will be arriving in due course since it seems to take about two months or more usually.  I read that an American ship had been sunk in the Atlantic recently which, according to the "Daily Telegraph" was carrying 4000 pounds of packages for American troops over here.  I hope none of my packages were among them, but you never can tell until after about four months as they sometimes take that long to get here.
     I also had a letter from Lorna this week.  She's been in the hospital the last eight days suffering from boils.  It's hard to think of her having such an outbreak, her skin is so flawless, but I suppose that doesn't cut any ice.  She's been promoted to an LACW (Leading Aircraftswoman) about the same as first class private in the army and was quite elated over it.  She got 92% in here trade test.  She should have a commission without a doubt and as she has been recommended for it, will probably get it eventually.  She said to send you all her best regards.  She never fails to write "Say hello to your Mom for me" in each of her letters.
     I haven't heard from Evelyn since I returned from London though I have written her.  It's most likely due to the postal system rather than her not having written.  The London postal system is so overloaded with the war time mail that it takes over a week to get any letter mailed in London.  It took two for the last one to reach me.  I will probably go down again next week-end to get my other uniform and see her at the same time.  Hope to see George Huff & wife at the same time, will take my camera and get some snaps of them to send you, also some of myself and Evelyn.
     I suppose the family will be having a gathering Thanksgiving day.  Three of the CTC boys who came over with me and are assigned here and three of the other Lieutenants and myself are trying to arrange with one of the hotels here to serve us a Turkey dinner Thanksgiving evening, but I don't know how successful we'll be.  Christmas is Turkey day in England since they have no, equivalent of our Thanksgiving day at this time of year.  The old lady who runs one of the best hotels here (she's got bags of dough) has a niece working for her whom I rather rate well with and I think I can swing the deal.  The WVS (Civilian Women's Volunteer Service) are giving a dance the 18th so I'll have to take her to that and cinch the deal if it's possible at all.  The hotels all have more business than they can handle all over England with all the troops here so they don't go out of their way to do any special catering for you, but if you have an inside track you can usually get what you want.
   Lord knows I'm no ladie's man, but the uniform must get them, although there's a good deal of competition.  At any rate I don't do too badly (ha!).
     Well that's all the news and comments for the moment.  I happened to think George's knowledge of French might stand him in good stead in the army.  Tell him to be sure and let the powers know that he can speak that as well as some Spanish and he might get a good job out of it, especially now.
     Say hello to all the relatives for me and tell them I'm still all 0.K. and living a quiet peaceful life in a lovely, but quiet English village.  The smartest thing I ever did was to join the C.T.C., in spite of some of their misgivings, and I think I came out of it as well off, or better, than any of you.  I only hope it lasts this way for the duration.
And so Cheerio from Merrie England and a Happy Thanksgiving to you all.

Your son & big brother,

Bob

P.S. Enjoying a Robt. Burns Panatella as I write this.  Some class, eh?  A 10 cent cigar.

Bob