20/9/1940

Dear Naomi,

I’m pleased to tell you I’ve finally been up in the thick of it! It was all rather overwhelming - aircraft everywhere at once. I didn’t manage to hit a thing, but I can at least say I’ve seen my first Jerry. They’re dashed quick, but our trusty Spits can turn inside them with ease. The final tally for our squadron was three. The other lot managed five, which means the score now stands at thirteen-nil. At this rate I wonder if we’ve any hope of catching them!

It wasn’t all good news, I’m afraid. We lost three machines in total across both squadrons. There’s some hope the chaps managed to bail out, but if they came down in the drink, their chances aren’t the best. What surprises me most is how matter-of-fact everyone is about it. They barely raise an eyebrow. I suppose they’ve seen enough by now to take it in stride.

The weather’s been beastly these last two days, so we’ve been grounded - though that means Jerry’s stayed home as well, which is some consolation. I’ve spent the time getting to know the lads better. I’ve struck up a good friendship with a chap called Calvin. He’s been here a few weeks longer than I have. When I asked if he’d chalked up any victories, he laughed and said, “Not a thing!” He’s a good sort, and I’d very much like you to meet him one day.

I had a letter from Mother asking after your health, so I’m glad I can write back and tell her you’re well. Funny thing - you say your mother has taken up knitting, and mine has just sent me a scarf of her own making! They really ought to meet. I know Mother would enjoy the company. And tell your father not to fret about the cottage - when the war’s won, I’ll lend a hand with the repairs myself.

As for your volunteering idea, I think it splendid. There are plenty of things you could put your hand to, though don’t feel pressed into it. I know you’ve plenty to do at home. And don’t ever fear your letters will bore me - just hearing from you, knowing you’re safe, is more than enough. I must admit, I think of you more often than I care to confess. Whatever keepsake you send will straightaway become my lucky charm.

All my love,
Matthew

Received on the 25/9/1940