Letters of Ronald Henry Etherton, November - December 1943-Part 1 of 6
Letter 33
Wednesday 3rd Nov. '43
Dearest Jean,
This evening I feel terribly down in
the dumps. I don't know exactly what it is. I wish I
could snap out of it. If we could only get something
done I'd feel better. At our present rate of progress
we'll get nowhere in a damned long time. We're
a dead liability to the Air Force and under present
conditions will never be any better. "Join the Air
Force and win the war ought to be "Join the Air
Force and help waste the taxpayers' money."
Having got that off my chest, I feel a little
better. Yesterday, being our day off, I went into
Wolverhampton. I posted your present by registered
mail. Unfortunately, I had to describe what it was
on the customs slip so it won't be a surprise.
In the good or, I should say, bad English manner
I was hog tied by red tape. First, I had to seal
all the knots of the string with sealing wax. I
bought a stick at a shop k near the Post Office and,
after filling the building with smoke, got it all
fixed up. Then the damn goon behind the counter got
to work. After entering it in several wrong books
and putting several wrong stickers on it she
eventually said it was O.K. By this time the Post
Office was full of people waiting to be served. I
guess they were glad to see me go.
Did I tell you that I received the book
you sent. Thanks a lot. "Wine with a lady" is a
good story. I read it somewhere before. I've only
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read it and the first story so far. To continue
about yesterday, we wandered around the shops
for a while, took the bus to Stourbridge, had
a game of billiards, went to to see "Background
to Danger" again because I'd seen the shows at
the other three theatres too and then came
back to camp. What an exciting day! It's
enough to upset anyone to have to spend a
birthday like that.
To cheer us up a bit more, we've been in
the "sweat box", the synthetic trainer, all
day. It's bad enough to have to fumble around
in the dark of a night without having to do it
of a day too. To break the monotony I fooled
around with t the big radio set until I got a
broadcast station with some music. It's a
change to get music in your helmet instead of
something like this"Hello navigator. Hello
navigator. This is the Pilot speaking. There's a
red light below us. Do you know where it is?
When will we be at ____? What is our next
course? There's a funny cloud ahead. Will you
give me a course around it if it's not safe
to go through it.?" Meanwhile he gets to blazes
off course and anyhow, you can't answer him
because you're holding a sextant with both
hands and if you had another arm you'd
need it to take notes.
3.
I shouldn't have started to write tonight. I'll
be making you unhappy too so I'll cut it
short and write tomorrow if I'm in a
better mood.
Yours' as always
Ron.
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Miss Jean Ayre
13007 - 122 St.,
Edmonton
Alberta Canada
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Sgt Etherton R.H.
RAAF Base P.O.
London England
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4 NOV 1943
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Letter 34
Thursday 4th November '43
Dearest Jean,
I feel for brighter this evening than
when I was writing to you last night. I should.
For one thing, I received two letters from you today
They are numbers 11 and 16. There were some photo's
with the earlier one. They're great. The mystery of
the warm weather in now solved. I like your playsuit.
I think that's what you call it. Did you buy it for
the weekend at Seba? Hope you don't ever run out of
films else I won't get any more photo's. I could kick
myself because you didn't get any letters for a month.
If that happened to me I'd go crazy. It won't be
my fault if it happens again, believe me. The trouble
has been that I sent two letters running by Air
Mail. Yes, I received your book as I've written before.
Last night I was reading it when i got to a part I
you had marked. Your sergeant doesn't "like" you. He
loves you to desperation. I'm sorry you have such
trials with the glue machine. I never have seen one
that works. Don't talk about skating, please. I'd give
anything to be able to go skating - at the Silver Glade
with you or anything, anywhere with you. Is someone
going to build across the road? Wish it was us.
Edna has written to you but maybe by
ordinary mail which might take some time to reach
you. Boy oh Boy! That parcel is going to be good. I'll
share it with you if you'll share the next corn you
roast with me. Wish you could.
I don't miss eggs so much. We get one now &
then. After raids the reward is bacon & eggs for crews
2.
Friday, 5th.
Last night, we had a fire in the hut. Three of us
pinched some bread and butter from the mess and
sat around toasting it and shooting our respective
lines. That's an old Air Force custom. Everyone makes
quite a yarn about something usually a bit of
sticky flying. Noone believes you but it's "not done"
to voice one's doubts. The result was that I didn't
start to write until late and before long
everyone was howling for the lights to be put
out.
Aren't I lucky! Today I received letter 18. You're
a swell person. You give me such a lot to look
forward to. It will be hard to live up to what you
deserve but I'll try as I've never tried before. It
made me so happy to receive you're letter that I've
been asked several times this afternoon where
the ray of sunshine has come from.
I like your photo as much for the very reason
for which you don't like it. What could be better
than for it to be like you. I'm sorry I can't
remove the imprint of your lips completely but I'll
try.
Have you read of the first navigator to command
an RAAF Squadron of Lancs. He was born where
I used to live, Kogarah. Lancs are good kites but
there are bigger & better in the offing. Halifaxes in
their new clothing have a bit of an edge from our
point of view so we still have a small range,
limited though it is, to choose (?) from. I hope I
aren't sent to the Middle East or anywhere else
but if I am I in it makes no difference to us.
First stop for me will be Edmonton no matter
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how far it is.
This afternoon we've been swimming in
Stourbridge. It was pretty cold and not much fun
at all - not when I think of - you know.
You don't know much about me, do you.
Next time I write I'll try to tell you some.
What would you like to know? Don't be scared
to ask me anything you want to know.
Don't worry if this sp smells of beer.
One of the fellows just spilled some. He's
pretty drunk so I haven't much chances of
writing more. Until tomorrow
All my love
xxx Ron.
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Miss Jean Ayre
13007 - 122 St.,
Edmonton
Alberta Canada
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Letter 35
Sunday 7th November,
Dear Jean,
Hello, How are you today? Still as
beautiful as ever? Just at present I'm sitting
nearly on top of the fire. It's quite warm here
but if I move away it's terribly cold. I nearly
froze up top this afternoon. Thank goodness I'm not
in one of the kites droning around now. My
calendar says it's Sunday. Otherwise, I wouldn't
know.
I receive an Airgraph from you yesterday.
It's "Letter______" Ha ha! I wonder how often I forget
to number mine. I couldn't write last night
because we were doing guard duty. Contrary to
orders, we slept in this morning. They said
they "took a dim view" of that. We told them
what sort of a view we took of being put on
guard, so now we're quits. Between that and
flying I don't feel at all frisky. I should write
several letters tonight but the others can wait.
I want to tell you more about myself but
I don't know where to start, unless it's at the
beginning. I was born at a place called - just stop
this if you find it uninteresting - Drummoyne. It's a
suburb on the upper reaches of Sydney Harbor. Mum
and Dad were living with Mum's family. Grandfather
had died some time before. He used to be a tailor,
I believe, and Mum had worked as a tailoress before
she was married. Dad was working in a furniture
factory. Then we moved to another suburb, Annandale,
I think it was. While we were living there, there was
a big strike in the timber, pardon me, lumber
industry and Mum & Dad had a pretty lean time.
2.
Wednesday 10th November.
Dear Jean,
I'm going to start afresh. You can read the
first page if you like. Maybe I'll continue it
another time. Now I want to talk about us. Since
the unnumbered letter I've received number 19 and
20. I don't know whether your mother is improving
as a photographer or whether you're growing more
beautiful. You sure look grand in your new coat.
It's too bad if you haven't got a rink at Calder.
Where will you go - 112 Street? If you do, don't
have anything to do with any Australians there.
They're terrible. You can't trust them as far as you
can throw them. Ha,ha! Gee, I'm jealous, I'm
very very jealous. Why should anyone be in Edmonton
if I can't?
Do you like children? I'm sure you do. You're
too natural not to. If I was a millionaire I'd have
dozens of children. Don't shudder, I'm not likely to be
a millionaire. Maybe it wouldn't be much of an idea
in any case because I don't want to have to share
you with too many. Won't they be long rangy
streaks!
It's half and hour since I wrote that last
paragraph. I'll just have to give in until
tomorrow.
All yours
Ron x x x
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Miss Jean AYRE
13007-122 St.,
EDMONTON
Alberta Canada
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Alberta Canada
353975
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43
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Letter 36
9th November 1943
Dear Jean,
Sorry I haven't been able to write during the last
few days. Letter 35 is still only half written but I'll
probably be able to finish it tomorrow. I'll also send
some photo's. I've received two Airgraphs from you since
I last wrote. Today, Tuesday, has been our day off. Since
we were flying last night until about 2 AM, I suppose
I should say "half day off". I and another fellow, Roy Olsen,
have been to Dudley. Judging by the wide mouth stares
which followed us, there can't be any Australians
stationed near there. We went to a vaudeville show.
It was third rate, or worse, but I've given up expecting
much. That, and a stroll up and down the main street
and the bus ride, constitute our week's recreation. Terr-
-ibly exciting, isn't it? There being no one to light the fire,
the hut is like an ice box. As soon as I've finished
this I'm going to dive into bed, although I'll probably
be awoken by the latecomers. Until I see you again,
"stay as sweet as you are" Yours only
Ron xxx
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Letter 37 Friday 12th November '43
Dear Jean,
Received your letter 24 today. I had been enjoying a sleep
in after flying last night. Some of the fellows didn't get back
until 6:30 this morning. When the lights went on I thought
that someone had forgotten about the sleep in and was starting
to get up. Of course, they didn't see the funny side of it
when they were asked why they were getting up so early. It
reminds me of our first weeks in camp. One of the fellows
coming back in the small hours of the morning after a weekend
switched the lights on an someone else woke up. The
second fellow thought it was time to get up so went down
and had his shower and shave and got dressed. And there
he was, all ready to go on parade at 2 AM. Did he curse!
The baby of our hut used to have vivid dreams. Sometimes
he woke us up shouting orders. One night he dreamt he was
playing with toy cars and even got up to chase one across
the hut. He woke up when trying to get into the wrong bed.
Just at present we're trying to settle our postings to
the next stations among ourselves. Someone will have to go on
his own to one place, Two to high up in Scotland, and the
rest to the same place, It's quite a problem. Maybe I'll be
able to write again tonight but in any case, until I can -
All my love, Ron.
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Letter 38
Sunday 14th November.
Dearest Jean,
Don't blame the Post Office for this
letter being crumpled. 'Fraid it's my fault. Well,
I've been posted to the Ops Training Unit
'way up in Scotland. Or rather, I and another
fellow, Roy Olsen, volunteered to go there. It
meant leaving the rest of the crowd but
that's bound to happen sooner or later. The
long RAF cove will be going with us (I mentioned
him once before.) The place we're going to is
on the East Coast somewhere about the 58th
parallel so it's about 350 miles closer to the
North pole than is Edmonton. I'll be able
to ask you how it is down in those sub-
tropical parts. There'll probably be snow there
already. We'll have that in common then. I never
believe anything I'm told now but I've heard that
it's a good station. Everyone says "Its a pretty
wild round those parts" I understand they mean
the surrounding country. Well, it couldn't be much
more uninteresting than the surroundings of this
camp and, anyhow, at OTU all our attention will
be needed for work. We'll soon be leaving the
old Anson behind. She's a fine old lady but
I've seen enough of her. We'll probably go onto
Wellingtons, maybe Whitleys but only until we've
finished OTU. We also join our crews there.
We flew again on Friday night and
were to have yesterday and today off.
Unfortunately the weather remained fine, or, at
least, fine enough for them to send us off
2.
for another trip About 60 miles from base on
the way back we ran into bad weather and
started to take on a load of ice. The compass
was playing up so we put down at another
'drome - about 3 AM. We had a few hours sleep
and then spent most of yesterday fitting a new
compassing and swinging it. To swing a compass
you have to push the aircraft around to
twelve different headings. As this was a new
strange station we had to do this ourselves.
A great way to spend your leave! We arrived
back here late yesterday. I've slept most of the
time since then. It's such a lousy day I couldn't
be bothered going into town. Once more I've got
the fire going and am sitting nearly on top of
it.
Wouldn't it be wonderful if you were with
me and we were sitting by the fire in our
home. No! Not reading the paper. With you in
my arms, your hair against my cheek I could
just let the world go by for ever and ever. I
could forget that the rest of the world existed.
I never realised until I came to meet you how
wonderful such simplicity could be. As you said
feeling like this changes the meaning of songs;
it changes the meaning of lots of things
You asked me in one letter what I thought
was the most important thing in life. That's
rather a hard question to answer. I mean, it takes
in everything. Broadly, I think that if one can be
happy and content, at the same time not doing
anything to make anyone also happy unhappy
and not neglecting to do anything which
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might make them happy, then he is doing his
bit to make the World the Utopia it can be. But
that is too vague. To particularise, everyone admires
the ambitious. But don't you think that even when
the ambition is worthy, sometimes it reaches a
pitch where it becomes a mania. Then, to continue to
seek the goal causes someone unhappiness quite often
because the seeker has the one idea in mind - to
reach his goal. In endeavouring to do so he does
things which he would not otherwise do just because
he has the excuse "It is to help me achieve my
ambition. Therefore it is not wrong because ambition
is good" Then, there is what I think is the opposite
state of affairs - that of stagnation which comes of
lack of ambition and of which comes the cause of so
much that is not good - boredom. It is so easy to
fall into the way of letting everything go on as theyit is are, I know. It's often that I've felt like it,
and it's often that I've let things go on so.
Do you know what my ambitions are? In one
way they're very definite but in the other a little
vague. They are to make you my wife, to make
you happy, to make you secure. In fact you are
my ambitions, everything.
Yours
Ron.
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Miss Jean Ayre
13007 - 122 St.,
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Alberta Canada
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