My Dear Bunty So sorry not to slip in and say adieu when we left, but, as usual, last minute ------ rather carried away my good intentions. We have now been informed we are more or less settlingg down here, so heaven only knows when our paths may cross again. life here is taking on a totally different aspect, as you can well imagine. Maybe a diary of events will be welcome so stand by!! Sunday- "92" slipped quietly into Biggin and '79' were given the opportunity of looking into the affairs of South Wales( have you discovered any talent in '79' yet?). First twenty four hours very uneventful, except for John Bryson appointing himself chauffeur in chief and driving us in a Humber shooting brake that had come out second best in an argument with a bomb. it is still minus a windscreen and has several large dents in the bonnet but has the qualities of becoming a good nauch- waggon Monday provided us with our first taste of hell-corner.Paterson,Bryson, Tuckie and myself were the unfortunates who had to remain on the ground, as only twelve machines were allowed to take off. Heard the sound of motors groaning under the strain of combat and saw white streaks appearing in the sky, but only caught infrequent glimpses of the machines in question. Suddenley a shattering whining ----the comparitive quietness of the surroundings and with joy we watched a M E 109 screaming down in flames and crash a mile from the drome. Gradually the boys came in odd numbers and with the final recockning Saunders and Watling were missing. An hour later Saunders was reported safe and the machine a write off. No news of Watling until we were released for the nightwhen he was reposted to the hospital. Tom went and visited them both yesterday and Sam was suffering from fragments of cannon shell in his legs and knees but will be with us in four or five days time. He baled out at 22 thousand and was shot at three times before he pulled his ripcord at 6 thousand feet. Bill Watling was a bit more unlucky for he was badly burnt around the eyes and a spot around his arms. He wont be servicable for two or three weeks. He, as did Sam made a delayed drop from twenty thousand but managed to make it ok. The squadron seems to becoming a bunch of parachutists! Yesterday evening Trevor Wadeand Seargant Tokes provided us with a thrilling spectacleas they chased a Dornier 17 and shot it down. Good show and a good shooting -'92' getting back on the map again. We were celebrating in the local last night when a bombshell in the shape of a telephone call, shattered us Tuckie had been given 251/7 squadron to command!! We all of one accord wished him the best but '92' know they have lost one of the best men they had and it will take a good man to replace him. However these things seem destined and Tuckie should provide an admissable leader of his new squadron. Actually they are Hurricanes but he should overcome that problem. Well Bunty I seem to have spent a long time on the doings of the 92nd foot but I know you have a tender spot in your heart for us. How are the 6ps struggling along? Give my regards to Charles and pass on the news if not too late Has Pauline returned from her leave? Bob and Howard are expected back tomorrow and I know they will rave when they find they have lost Tuckie. Before I close I must return to the first battle Hardy had returned from Penbury with the news that Alan had also baled out this was incorrect but his machine had sixteen bullet holes in awkward places. He was with Bill Watling and they never saw the Huns until they were shot. We have all ordered a set of eyes to be put in the back of our head. Cheerio for now Bunty and look after yourself. I don't know your initials or correct "title" (most incompetent of me) so please excuse any slight errors. All the best Yours Roy.