Letter from Peter Lamprey to W Gunton

Letter from Peter Lamprey to W Gunton

Peter Lamprey writes about operations to Milan, Mannheim and Peenemunde. He writes that the operation to Peenemunde included 600 aircraft and they bombed a factory settlement.

Two page handwritten letter

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ELampreyPGuntonW[Date]-28

Sgt’s. Mess.
R.A.F. Ludford Magna.
Market. Rasen.
[underlined] Lincolnshire.[/underlined]

Dear Unk and others.

The big advantage of having a bunch of friends (?) like you, is that my education is always of primary importance to you. In all the years of my correspondence with you the two big high-spots have been the discovery of spelling mistakes. What in hell you are bitching about just because I put an e before an i on one occasion. After what we did to the bloody [smudged] place [/smudged] there is hardly any need to spell it again as nobody wants what is left, unless they are building a rockery. Since returning from my few days of rest we have done Manhime [sic] (sort it out as you don’t like it spelled the other way), Milan twice and Peenemunde. The last place is a factory settlement – was a factory settlement – about the size of Guinness’s and we had nearly 600 kites on it. It is now a hole three times the size of Guinness’s. There was more

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shit unloaded there in an hour that [sic] flows down Barking Creek in a year. The last one on Milan was nearly as bad. We could see the whole town coming up at us as we turned away after bombing – it was brilliant moonlight and you could see the whites of their eyes. So taken by and large the last few trips have been right on the mark. The Italian do’s are nice and quiet, not being sociable types they do not welcome us with the fervour of our Hun friends. As always, the Hun always thinks you are up there to be shot at and the stupid perisher behaves accordingly.

When I get a little more time I shall endeavour to write a longer letter but events are rather pressing so the short note will have to do for this time. I shall attend to all the mounting scores in due course but until then the usual wishes etc.

All the best

[underlined] Pete.[/underlined]