3 The last letter I wrote you was when at [Sh-?], attached to the [66th?], where the officers to shovel food into their faces, where they shat on the floor, carpets preferred, murdered the King's English, and flaunted the most horribly ugly "Ladies of [bon?] [virtue?]" up and down the Front of Brighton, and took them into the best hotel to dine. I was so ashamed of being in the Canadian Forces that I lost my badges. I was very fed up there - not an Englishman amongst the swines except myself, and in my misery I nearly took to drink. Honestly, I was so disgusted with everything, that I applied to the Brigadier for leave to go to London, as I wanted to go see the people at Canadian H.Q., only to get sent out to France. This was refused, and as I [?] [?] [?] leave from the Brigadier (I was the only one left in the [?]) I slipped off to London without leave, risked Court Martial, [sans?] the reinforcement appear in London, had a b. awful row with him, because he was a self satisfied smug faced fool, and told him what I thought of him, then walked out. His attitude was that "I of the new régime have only been here one month and really cannot be held responsible for the mistakes of the régime under [?] [?] [?]". I stayed 2 more days in London had been promoted and sent to Thorncliffe, and so back I went to H.Q., there I met a man I [?], and he said he'd help me. He put me on the reinforcement list, and I gave him a letter agreeing to [?] [?] Captain to go over (I've written letters to that effect about 30 times before), and he told me if there were a chance of another I am