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Copley . Pattingham . Wolverhampton . 3 Sep. 1942 My Dear Chaps, The date reminds me that the war has been going on for 3 years and that it is over two years since you went to Canada. Time flies and from the photographs we've had from you you are getting big chaps and from the photographs you will get of [we?] you will think I am getting an old man. Well its not quite so bad as that - I'm not bald yet although there are a few hairs missing at the front and the hole on the top is getting a wee bit bigger. Stil, the barber charges me full price for a hair cut so there must still be a fair amount left. I wonder if you remember what you were doing three years ago today. I do! You were at Criccieth for a holiday and you both had whooping cough and you were sick every now and then. The day the war [started?] was a Sunday and the following weekend I came to Criccieth to fetch you home. We had a lovely weekend and I well remember coming down to the beach to find you on the Saturday afternoon and when you saw me you came running to meet me and how you told me all about your adventures old Stew told