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T. E. Lawrence to John Buchan
Clouds Hill
Moreton
Dorset
5.VII.25
Dear Buchan,
The oracle responded
nobly. I was sent for by Trenchard on Wednesday last (horribly
inconvenient, for my revolver course did not finish till Saturday,
yesterday) and was told that I was acceptable as a recruit.
The immediate effect of
this news was to put me lazily and smoothly asleep: and asleep I've been
ever since. It's like a sudden port, after a voyage all out of
reckoning.
I owe you the very
deepest thanks. I've been hoping for this for so many years, and had my
hopes turned down so regularly, that my patience was completely
exhausted: and I'd begun wondering if it had ever been worth waiting and
hoping for. Odd, that the Air Force should seem to me (after trial too!)
as the only way of getting across middle age. I wish I could make you
some sort of return.
Formalities will take
some weeks: but I should change skins in September at latest.
Please inform your
family that the bike (Boanerges is his name) did 108 miles an hour with
me on Wednesday afternoon. I think the news of my transfer had gone to
its heads: (cylinder heads, of course).
More thanks,
Yours ever
T E Shaw
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