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T. E. Lawrence to E. Palmer
Cranwell
7.IX.25
How
difficult writing is. I have been facing the need of it for some days.
Haven't
written to E.M.F. either. He asked for as long notice as you could give
him of your visit to London. Tell me too: so if there is a chance…
Seen
Dick twice. There is a great gap between the Boys' Camp and ours (a
metaphorical gap). Hard to cross.
The
kitchen table I bought from Knowles last year.
I have
some books to go to you: to-night's parcel will only be a beret,
conveying the remains of my Tank Corps period: also 3 keys.
(i)
Skeleton, presumably for Jeffrey. Anyone you please.
(ii)
Clouds Hill... for the babes in it.
(iii)
Kit bag: for the brown locked bag in the bathroom. Will you dig out of
this my black helmet (motorcycling). There is a brown one: but I want
the black one with a fur edging to the forehead.
I also
want the black toe-capped leggings, which I left in the bath room. A
nearly new pair, like those I used to wear.
I also
want a pair of army boots, 5.6 which I remember flinging at you as I
left.
I also
want (from the canteen) a housewife: long pattern, stamped 338171. Can
you arrange this?'
Does
Willis wear sixes in boots? I want someone with feet that size to break
in a pair of boots for me, till the soles are nearly done: and then to
have them soled with rubber by Tangay. This is a reasonable trouble for
you: but time does not press me: so wait till the staff is working in
full strength again and then think of it.
The
cadets are back now, and term has started. This has increased our work
to a respectable point. Our six machines have been out all the morning.
I have been, in a sense, lucky. The flight's clerk (an aircraft hand,
unskilled, like me) has just been posted. So I am book-keeper, and
runner for our little group: a 'Willis', so to speak.
We are
'B' flight. A sergt: a corporal, and fifteen men. Of them five are
fitters, five are riggers, five are A.C.H's. We have a hangar of our
own: and six machines. To these are four officers, who teach the actual
flying to the fifteen cadets who are 'on' Bristols and D.H.9 A's this
term.
There
are no bugles in camp, and no reveille. I get up at 6.40, go over to a
near hut for a hot bath and shave (hot water out of action in our lines,
till November): breakfast 7.30 to 8. You walk in at your own time. 8.10
a parade, colour-hoisting. All of us together on the square while the
cadets (with rifles) present arms. This takes 20 minutes. 8.30 down to
the hangar: till 12.30, when we return to the hut. Dinner 12.45. Work
again at 2. P.M. till 4.15 or 4.30. Canteen practically no food. No
shops within 1½ miles. So we all go to meals, which are much like
Bovington, but more systematic, and so quiet. I find them good enough.
On Sat.
and Sunday lights out 11 P.M. Alternate week-end passes. A.D. Sat. -M.N.
Sunday. No duty-hour passes. Church Parade every Sunday in camp. I went
yesterday. Belt and bayonet. Skin inspection weekly, in the hut at 1.15
p.m. Breeches and puttees only for police-duty (once in three months,
24-hour) and church, or Jankers. Great plenty of these last. The
Squadron Leader is hot on punishment.
Equipment inspected once a month in the hut, and once a month on parade
(full pack). ½ hours drill every Saturday. Monthly kit inspection.
I miss
very much
(a) The
quietude of the office for working in
(b)
Music
(c)
Colour. Lincolnshire is only green.
and I
wish there was someone like yourself in camp. The fellows in my hut are
all right: but none of them tuned exactly to my pitch.
Yet,
it's the R.A.F. and the fact fills me with a perverse, brittle, and
nevertheless complete satisfaction. Odd that a man should be so
ungrateful, for the R.T.C. was very good to me, and I've jilted her
without a regret.
TES
I'm due
for a week-end this week. If it is very fine I shall try and reach
Bovington. Sleep in Coy stores or some hut: but don't put yourself
about, expecting me, for I'm a doubtful starter.
Many
thanks for letters and parcels. I hope they are not troubling you.
Remember always there is no urgency therewith.
TES
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