food, which, of course, is supplemented by a number of extras in the mess. Besides we have the best of fighting materials and the advantage of being top-dog over the Hun in the air, so what more could I want? We have recieved warning that we may expect to male a long move very shortly; when or to where I don't know but if we do go it will mean being without kit for about a week I suppose. This moving around is rotten. We stay a couple of months in one place and get everything settled to taste then poof! Off you go says the Wing, and we shift to another part of the world. Well, dear ones, there is nothing else to tell you. The war still wags on and is sometimes exciting and sometimes boring. That is all. Good=bye for the present. Lots of love as ever. Your affectionate son Haworth.