RCAF Overseas
April 28, 1943

Dear Mother & Dad,

I received quite a surprise yesterday when I went to the Post Office here and was showered with about nine letters. I got one from Pinkie, Audrey and Norma, and it certainly was nice to hear from them. Pinkie was saying that Doug was in the Air Force now. I hope he likes it for he will probably find it a big change from civilian life. However, he'll have a lot of fun for it really isn't such hard work.

Norma was saying how cold it was around Parry Sound. She should be over here. There hasn't been a bit of snow all winter, if you could call it winter here. By the time you receive this letter I imagine there won't be any snow left in Toronto. Although it is only April, it doesn't get dark now till ten o'clock. You can imagine what it will be like by June 21, probably be about eleven thirty. This isn't so good for the young spooners, I guess, but oh well. It's just one of the many hardships over here. It will seem pretty funny to be going to bed while it is still light outside. Of course, this is when one goes to bed early and they don't as a rule stay out very late over here.

I'm back again for awhile at good old B. and usually when I'm through early in the mornings, I go down to Uncle Jim's shop and talk or gab away for awhile. I'm going over to the house for supper tomorrow night. Cousin Millie from London is going to be there. As a matter of fact, she came yesterday to stay for a week but I haven't been down yet to see her. The last time I was down at Uncle Jim's house for supper was about six weeks ago. I took a friend with me as Aunt Florence had asked me to bring someone along.

As Uncle Jim sings in some choir here, he kindly sang some songs. There were several other people in the house that night and one of the ladies played the piano. Not to be outdone, this friend of mine and I also sang a song, and before long, the whole darn lot of us were singing. It practically turned into a music recital. However, I don't think it will be like that tomorrow night.

That camera that I bought in Halifax apparently isn't very good as light seems to be leaking in from somewhere. I think I'll take it to a photographer's tomorrow and see if I can get it fixed. I have hardly taken any pictures since I have been over here. I'm sending some of myself in my next letter next week. They aren't so good, though. I was going to go out tonight to either a show, pub, or dance, but I've got so darn many letters to answer I thought it would be better if I stayed in and cleaned some of them up.

I received Dad's letter last week and I'm sorry to hear that Billy was sick in the hospital. I hope that he is alright by now. Thanks a lot for having the pipe tobacco sent over. I managed to get a lighter here alright, thanks all the same. I suppose when I write next week, I'll be posted to another station. This is the last time I'll be here except when I can come back on occasional leave.

Well, I guess I'll sign off for now. I hope you are all well at home and fondest regards to all of you. Will write again next week.

Your loving son,
Arthur