Harold.
P.S.—I hear the Zepp dropped bombs at ——. I must have followed him half-way across.
XXXI.
To his Mother.
No. 1 Wing, R.N.A.S., B. Squadron, B.E.F.
2nd June, 1915.
Dear Mum,
Just a line to let you know how I fared last night. I left the aerodrome in the moonlight at one in the morning and I did not at all relish it. I went out to sea past Zeebrugge and cut in over Northern Belgium. Could see the lights of Flushing quite plainly, but it was quite hopeless to find my destination, owing to a thick ground mist, so I returned, dropping my bombs on Blankenberghe on the way. I was only away 1¾ hours, and it was just getting light as I got back. I landed with the help of flares and got to bed by 4 a.m.
Love to all.
Ever your loving son,