October 22, 1940
Dear John and Georgia:
I wrote you a little last week but here goes again, in case you don’t get my last one there’s not much I can say as I am in a very restricted area here at present. The past 2 days and nights has been a living hell one R.A.F. rained bombs on Germany & across the channel at the rate of 100 a minute the (unintelligible) over here has been about unbearable . The fire of our guns has been deafening, we actually for the first time exchange shells. (unintelligible) with the enemy yesterday.
Our guns are great, that is about all I can say. I’m getting on well at my new responsibilities. Since my promotion I have been doing fine.
It is a beautiful night tonight. There is a heavy mist longing over the channel. No wind blowing but the wind is cool and moon is grand. The silence of course is continually broken by the (unintelligible) of single raiders and cracking of guns. There planes most of them head for London. Then there are our own heading the other way.
The trees are turning here. The meadows and grasses very green and beautiful the rainy days have numerous and the night cool down here, I am afraid I must leave you as the gun fire is increasing as darkness advances and the shrapnel is very dangerous. I am going deep down in a shelter to try and get away from the noise while I am on duty. I go on at 12 tonight.
Write often and remember me to the children and in their prayers. Some persons prayers are helping as I have had some miraculous escapes. Hoping to see you all
Cheerio and all the best.
Cecil.