There was also a huge fire at the hospital here last night. All the wounded men were got out, and the sands were strewn with them in beds, etc.
Love to all.
Ever your loving son,
Harold.
XXXIV.
To his Father.
No. 1 Wing, R.N.A.S., B. Squadron, B.E.F.
8th June, 1915.
Dear Dad,
We are now in tents. Great news about Warneford, isn't it? He certainly deserves the V.C. Am going to fly a Nieuport to-morrow.