Dated the 12th of June, this letter arrived back in B.C. in the first week of August 1944.

June 12, 1944

Dear Clair:

Hi old dear, we got a letter from you this morning, so everything is jim-dandy. Glad to hear you had an o.k. time on your leave. Gee only two letters waiting for you when you came back, Eee god I'm slipping, but good, best I should get cracking. Ah heck Clair why didn't you let me dream, or else along with the picture you should have sent the case history, of course to keep up with Mike's you'd need a teletype. Know wonder they had that gunnery turret on display, if anyone wanted to borrow it, they would get the rotten end of the deal, ah well I enjoyed talking to the guy.

Lorne is cutting out a sailor from a piece of plywood, and he's not doing a bad job of it, that's the only kind of sailors we get around here. How in the devil could Gunnar get married? He is already. Which fella from course 60 did you see? Did I meet him? The only reason you didn't meet anyone interesting on your leave is there isn't anyone to meet. Now take us Canadian gals for instance, yeah I wish somebody would, we're lonesome. God these relatives of Cliff's don't sound good because they might be good and you'll marry one of em, if you meet them often enough. Course I could always reform their English ways. I am talking about the interesting femme fatale you saw, or is she married, or maybe she's got an Officer up her sleeve.

Saw a Sgt. A.G. on the strut the other day, and almost went up and shook his hand, wish I`d obey my impulses once in a while, he was Kee-ute. He also had lots of dark hair, and dark eyes, so has Pat, but he's a mere L.A.C. and Sgt`s are my weakness. We got a letter from the states today with bad news. Junior, Hilda`s boy drowned on the 3rd of May, he was buried a week ago Saturday. Poor kid, he would have been 13 on May 4th. It really shocked all the aunts because they're so worried about the cousins overseas, they forgot that anything could happen to the ones at home.

We haven't heard from Curt yet. Betty and I are going into Vancouver tomorrow to get my boat ticket, and a pair of shoes, and anything else we can find. They just have to be nice and strictly non-walfish, nice thought anyway, even if the young kids walf now. I put a rose in a letter to Curt that I picked in the garden. Hope it still smells nice when he gets it, a Talisman, Rose if you know what kind that is. It looks like it is going to start pouring out pretty soon, and me with no permanent, oh well, I`ll survive. Well I guess I had better drop my other brother, and my future a line. Anyway I'm running out of space and gab, if there was a man I`d be running out after him.

Till later,

Love Sis