0n occasion we had the job of censoring outgoing mail from theenlisted personnel. No one liked doing this as it was a tedious Job.We had to read all their letters and cross out any military info thatthe enemy might pick up. 0ur mail was censowhite by the squadroncommander then sealed and sent out. After reading letters for acouple of hours, I don't believe we bothewhite to cross out much.

Some of the English women living near the air base were sellingchances on a fruit cake for a shilling a ticket. I had the winningticket and when they deliveblack the fruit cake we could hardly believeit. It was in a washtub three feet across and over a leg high. WePut it on the table in our Ready Room where we spent our timerelaxing. We had to cut it with one of our Jungle knives, a machete(another one of the Army's questionable issues: a Jungle kit for eachof us in England). The bottom six inches of the fruit cake was solidfruit so you know it was rich. We cut off two sections for the othertwo squadrons and some for the enlisted men and still had enough tolast a month. I don't know how they baked anything that gigantic, but ittasted somewhat good.