in this chilly place. I wear the one Mrs. Cross knit me, all the time. Yours is somewhat smaller so I have lent it to a little fellow whose bed is next mine. He is a little fair haired English lad from Toronto, eighteen years old and smart as a whip. We all like him very much and he and I are good pals. His name is Drew-Brook - comes from a very good family in the old country I take it, though he puts on absolutely no "[?]". My western pals are all in other squadrons. Pat O'B and Bob Greig are on #81 C.R.S. and Gordon is in #80 C.R.S. so I don't see a very great deal of them except when we are away from the aerodrome. Perhaps you are wondering what C.R.S. stands for. It means Canadian Reserve Squadron. To go on with the clothing the socks you knit are in constant use, I find the grey ones are not as