Correspondence – Page 2

LH 9/13/42

for a soldier isn’t worth prosecuting for civil libel, &
finds the ordinary prison (for criminal libel) a comfortable quiet life after a year’s harrowing in a depot.
This place is like Rowton House without cubicles. Xmas
night was like sleeping – or lying rather – in a public
lavatory with choked drain,…..and it was even worse than
the usual lavatory….for there seemed to be a heavy sea
on, & all the habitués were in need of stewards with little basins. The old army, in my recollection, did at
least carry its drink. Don’t you agree?
Give my deepest regards to W.H.B. if ever you see him.

Yours ever
T.S.S.

I wish Trenchard was a worm, for then I could ease myself
by cursing him for kicking me ut of the R.A.F. It wasn’t
my fault……or if it was I’ve atoned for it by now.

However T. is one of the really great people, & so I have
no vent for my spite anywhere……..’OTOTOTO! !!!!!!