30/9/1940

Dear Naomi,

I’m so glad you’ve had plenty to write of, as things here have grown rather busy, and I’m beginning to feel the strain. We’re flying two, sometimes three times a day, with barely time for a sandwich before being sent up again. I shan’t speak of our losses - it would do nothing for your spirits - but you may rest assured I am quite safe, and so is Calvin. He bagged his first Jerry yesterday and was thoroughly chuffed about it. I’ve yet to notch one myself, though we’ve just been issued a pamphlet full of fresh instructions on how best to tackle them, so perhaps I shall manage something useful before long.

A neighbouring station caught it badly a few days ago. Word is ours must be next, though the brass insist that’s only superstition. I don’t know what to believe, so I try not to dwell on it. You’re quite right about the night raids - we can’t fly then, much as I wish we could. I’m sorry for that, my dearest. I’d like nothing better than to do more to keep you safe.

Your news about Ellen delighted me. Do give her and her husband my prayers. Like you, I find myself thinking more often about what lies ahead for us. How I long to speak of it with you face to face. I’ve asked about leave, and I’m to have a full week in three weeks’ time. I hardly dare count the days, but I confess I’m doing so all the same.

You’ll be pleased to know Calvin is unattached, and his next leave is in London, a week and a half from now. If you’ll send me Farah’s address, I’ll pass it along. He’s a personable fellow - I’ve no doubt they’d get on. Perhaps one day you and I might contrive to spend our leave together in London. What a fine thought that is.

Your news about volunteering filled me with pride. A mobile canteen is just the thing for you - I can imagine you in that role perfectly. We had a NAAFI van through the other day, and it struck me that the women serving tea and sandwiches are likely the nearest I’ll come to seeing you until leave. And do thank your mother for me; whatever truly becomes of those pots and pans, it does me good to think of all the support at home.

I await your parcel with the keenest anticipation. I must find something worthy to send back. Would you like a photograph of me? Or is there something else you’d prefer?

All my love,
Matthew

Received on the 5/10/1940