Letter to Terry Ford from Peter Lamb

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Letter to Terry Ford from Peter Lamb

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Peter tells of some of his friends and the training experience

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1943-02-23

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Two handwritten sheets

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Royal Air Force crest

1489920. LAC. LAMB
33.S.F.T.S.
CARBERRY. Man.

23/2/43

DEAR TERRY.

CHRIST, YOU ARE THE FOURTH PERSON TO TELL ME THAT MY WRITING IS LOUSY, but they weren’t all as polite as you – dear little man. Thanks for writing again – even if you had an ulterior motive; yea [sic] verily I will gather my scattered forces and collect some [indecipherable] for you. I always enjoy reading your letters as they cause me to laugh immoderately, which means in plain language, that they make me piss myself with ‘arty lafter.

Well, Terry, we had one of your kites here this week; a tichy little job, bouncing round the place, besides [underlined] our [/underlined] machines it looked too too sweet. You’d better get some hours in, as I rapidly draw near 50 hours. Same as you I feel buggered and cheered to hell, absolutely licked, must be something in the air, and sometimes wonder if its all really worth it; all my CUSTMARY[sic], good humour? Has gone and I feel like

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a dried up reprodutive[sic] organ.

Do you remember Tranter? He passes out next week as a full blown Sergeant Navigator; whilst here are we full blown, air gunners, navigators, bomb-aimers all thrown in for good measure. Hey Ho and hells teeth.

Ive[sic] just found out that we have [underlined] 24 [/underlined] cross countries! Shit. Cyril Day is in dock with tonsilitus[sic] oh god my dear boy. I feel like weeping on your shoulder so cheered I am.

Well, I should have been flying tonight, but for some reason the powers that be have decided otherwise. The great washing out has begun and today we have lost three good men and true, all gone. Hell, I am biting my finger nails into small shreds Life is indeed a nerve wracking business, they aim to wash[?] out I believe about 25% - happy little people arent[sic] they.

Cheers Terry.
Photos follow.
Happy landings
Peter

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Peter Lamb, “Letter to Terry Ford from Peter Lamb,” IBCC Digital Archive, accessed December 14, 2024, https://ibccdigitalarchive.lincoln.ac.uk/omeka/collections/document/23927.

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