LAC Steel, W.G.
R.C.A.F. Station,
Pennfield, N.B.,

June 13, 1945.

Dear Whill;

Let it be know that herewith is being pounded out an epistle to the younger brother.

As you can see by the heading, I am now at Pennfield Bump, which is a urine-inferior station for this part of the world.

Having two or three 72 's a month, I man-age to get home during these periods of time to see the folks and the progressions of the novel situations.

Doris Denniston married an airman, I don't know whom. Edy the Knox (you remember her) married a naval rating recently. But I am still single. And so are Larry, Dick and Gord. Dick Bauer is a civvy now and is working his apprenticeship to an electrician. He looks a lot thinner and seems very quiet.

Mum is getting along fairly well but shouldn't be working too hard just now. We are having a desperate time to get suitable help so I am thinking of enlisting the services of my Chatham girlfriend who seems as though she may be interested. If she does come, thing should work out o.k.

I have sent sic of my papers in my bookkeeping course and have an average of 99% so far. I am also taking a directive reading course in psychology of which the first book I received is very good but exceedingly elementary for me.

There is no quota for discharges in my trade yer, but I am settling down to semi-final plans for re-entry into civilian life. It appears as though I am slated for the business world, considering everything and the "C.A." noise has an appeal for me for various reasons. I wish you were here so that we might work on th things together. I should like to see it come about that we see more of each other in the future than we used to since the beginning of our bank days. There are a hell of a lot of things I want to talk to you about

Many people live their lives on the in-stalment plan, financially and I am pleased that you and Yvonne will have a good enough start when you return home that you will probably always be at least to some extent ahead of the game. Your notes of the use of that green stuff in other letters of yours are very sound.

I can just picture you bouncing rocks off the arses of elephants and lizards, in same attitude with which you made your drunken morgue speech to the offending mongrel in Cheeseham, N.B.

Got a very nice card and two bucks from you and Yvonne for my birthday. Thanks very much. I dropped a line to Yvonne.

There is a W.D. here who seems to come from a very good and quite well off family who is very pretty but married. She reminds me of Eleanor in Newcastle, remember? We had a chausse the other night and after quite a battle she lost. One of the Met guys here has a miniature pocket set which is as cute as hell. Each piece has a small peg underneath it and they fit in little holes in the board. The pieces are ivory and are so small that I can hardly see them. They are well proportioned, though.

At this station I am actually employed in my real trade, that is Flying Control Clerk Operations. The job is fairly interesting. There has been some gum-bumping about hooks for me here but I am not counting on anything, knowing the A.F. and realising that there are W.D.'s in my trade who have something I haven't.

You are surely getting in heavy for the models, aren't you? One of these days I wouldn't be surprised to see you land here in a creation of your own, to the amazement of the local aircraft rec. experts. Are you having anymore trouble with animal attacks on them?

If I were a sergeant or higher, I'd make make considerable effort to get down there to be with you but as you realize, life in your parts is not Park Avenue for airman, y'unnerstan'.

When we do meet again, some sort of celebration of fiendish order will be in order, I think. It hard to realize, considering what you have seen and accomplished, that you are my younger brother. But you have turned out to be quite a brain and I see a fruitful future for you on your return.

As I am still in Canada, is there anything I can do to look after what will be your vocational interests while you are there? You seem very undecided as to what paths you may follow so without clues I can do practically nothing. Perhaps, If I get out soon I may be of more use in that line when you do return.

This is about all the transmissions from inside the cranium of this insignificant character for now.

Best,

Wink