Envelope

Mrs. T. E. Lerman.
‘Maycot’
12. Commonside
Weston,
Kent.

Stamped with:
LANCASTER & MORECAMBE
14 JULY 1940

1½d postage stamps featuring King George VI

Postmark: KITCHEN FRONT

Morecambe,
Saturday

Dear Terry,

Many thanks for your letter received during the week, and am glad to note that you have been able to spend a week’s holiday with Ken. That he is quite OK.

At the present moment we are all confined to billets as we all received the 2nd inoculation this morning, and once more our arms are as sore as blazes. Actually, the main effects haven’t started yet, as the last lot to be done were in bed for 2 days sick… quite a nice thought to look forward to!

I see that you’ve gone back to part-time A.R.P. again. I should think it does fill up your time, and keep you pretty busy.

This week has been absolutely hectic… short rifle drill, rifle drill marches, at night we’ve nearly all been too tired to do anything except read. Also, the weather has been putrid, pouring with rain for 3 days without stopping.

As far as route marches are concerned, I thought the R.A.F. didn’t go in for that kind of amusement, but I’ve learnt differently now. Just don’t I miss the car! In fact, I doubt if Jill recognizes me when I see you again, my legs have worn down thin like a German sausage dogs.

According to information received, we shall be at this place for at least another fortnight, then get posted to an action station somewhere. I only hope it’s within reasonable reach of London, as one feels completely cut off up here. To make matters worse, Morecambe is not an ideal spot to be in. I don’t know if you’ve ever been here, but it is definitely an uninteresting suburb of Blackpool trying to reach their heights as a holiday resort… failing miserably.

Well, dear, how are you? It seems absolutely ages since I’ve seen you. Still, let’s hope we can wrangle a spot of leave soon, then perhaps we could meet in town somewhere. Of course, I may be transferred to Biggin Hill. That would just about suit me… not too far from town.

How’s Jill getting on? I suppose she spends nearly all day out of doors, doesn’t she?

Well, love, I must shut up now and shepherd my flock of 26 down to tea. Unfortunately, they’ve put me O.C. the billets. 26 youngsters take some looking after. I suppose I’ll have to tuck some of ’em in bed tonight as they’re definitely queer.

Cheerio for the present, dear.
Love,
Ken