Royal Naval Depot
Crystal Palace
Norwood, S.E.
Thursday
[postmarked 8 June 16]

Dear Sister Ann

England has had a bad night in the north sea & we are not feeling very good about it. I am going to Chingford this Saturday for some flying. It has been an awful hard grind up here, have lost fourteen pounds in the last month. The Englishmen are awful. The good ones must be all dead.
They keep us grinding at stuff that will never do us any good in flying. I can't see their point at all, no system at all. They still drink their tea at 4 pm no matter what happens & I don't know when this old war will ever end. They can't get away from old standards, like the old miller that went to market with the stone on one side of the mule to balance the bag of meal on the other.

There is not much to tell Ann. I am not having much fun.

Lots of love & write often, Pete

Note: Will send you the flying pin in a few days. I have met some fellows that ask about you, one married a friend of yours. Can't think of his name just now. Another met you at Oakville. Best regards to Skip & yourself