...Is Swany the first to cross the lines...? Congratulations!! Looks like the war's finally on
Sgt. Graham A. Campbell No. 20 Squadron R.F.C Netheravon, England.
7 January 1916.
Bad luck on my part; I have fallen ill with influenza. I am not the only one touched by the ailment, Pearson is ill as well. We have both been grounded until further notice, and I have spent the past two days in the medical building, keeping cozy in one of the beds. Fortunately for Pearson and I, we have the ward to ourselves, so things are nice and quiet. Last night, the rain was drumming on the old roof. I have always enjoyed listening to the soft rapping of rain on the rooftop as I drift into sleep.
The medical officer claims it may take several days before I can fly again. Naturally, having only just resumed flying after the period of bad weather, this was most distressing news. By George, 20 might even be in France by then!
No word yet of Freddy. I hope he is okay. No word from Lawson, either.
Real-life illness has grounded Campbell for the foreseeable future but, on the bright side, the doc's predicted I should be all better just about in time for No. 20 hopping over the channel! I won't be able to do much writing, but I'll do my best to keep up with everyone's tales!