wonderful life is when a mountain can keep up-to-date, being so old fashioned and wrinkled. And, oh yes, it was grand to be in civvies for a week and wear no hat. So I donned my uniform, packed my clobber and hied off to a new kind of work with a mobile unit living in tents. It was marvellous. As usual swell types, courtesy, helpfulness, and extreme interest. Shaving in cold water, bathing in a 2' square canvas bowl, also in cold water but good food and bags of interesting material for paintings. Hated to leave. I get to like these guys just like I do C.O's and the only difference as far as I can see is that one calls himself a C.O. and the other doesn't, and they do different things and unfortunately don't agree but they are both tops when you get to understand them. Well you know me. I love 'em. Most of 'em. I even love some dogs. After I'd been there a week the Commanding Officers dogs, a thoroughbred spaniel and a halfbred terrier who looked so wonderful because he always ran with forelegs or hindlegs, striking the ground at once in kangaroo fashion [sequence of drawings of a running dog in motion] began to come in every morning and rub their cold wet noses in my face at 0600 Eros[?], upset everything in the tent and always dashed off with either my slippers or socks or anything else of mine that had the aroma of an old dog basket,
Aldwinckle, Eric, Letter, 2 October 1943
Creative Dialogue Across the Ocean: Eric Aldwinckle’s Letters to Harry Somers
Place: RCAF Headquarters, London
2 October 1943
McMaster University Libraries
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