Keith was a tailgunner on a Lancaster Bomber towards the end of World War Two. He went to England in April 1944, and for a year he smoked a lot, got in some fights, met some interesting men and women, and waited. This blog is based on the letters he wrote to his mother in 1944-45.
Sunday, 24 February 2013
meatballs (in a tin)
Letter from Keith to his mom, 9 October 1944.
'I received a parcel on Friday & boy wasn’t it good, we haven’t eaten the steak & onions yet but the meat balls were really good, I got about one meat ball, I never such a bunch of gluttons as I got for crew, they’ll eat everything if you’d let them. '
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Food
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