What better way to die than in fighting for all one's loved ones. Fighting so that they can smile and walk without fear of the ever-present dread word that a loved one has made the supreme sacrifice. That children in all parts of the world will play games and be happy again, without the menace of the whistling bomb or screaming shell. That men and women will be free to live their own lives again. Dear God! If the time should come that I have to die; I'd die gladly if my death is the cost, that I, as one individual have to pay for that.

The war has taught me much and given me a fuller life, as in the past four years I have learned that all men are equal, sharing danger together with men of all ranks and all stations. I have come to learn the real brotherhood of man, the comradeship that exists among us who fly together. The courage, fear, bravery and make-up of men. The nobleness and gentleness underlying rough exteriors.

War does strange things! It turns men's thoughts to God, their hearts to deeper understanding and their minds to a thirst for knowledge and a way of expressing their feelings through poetry and writing. It has taught me the marvels of God and what an insignificant puny creature is man in the scheme of things. Flying high in the sky for long periods surrounded only by clouds and silence that is broken only by the roar of powerful engines, earth and its worries and material things are far removed from us.

High in the heavens at night, with the sky aflame with its millions of pin points of light, there is an infinite peace and beauty that is only to be found there. After a long night to see the wonder of dawn breaking and the world and earth beginning to unfold and take shape again, as the heavens light up and the golden orb of the sun throws its first questing rays of light and warmth over the hitherto darkened world. One seems to have been in another world for a night and very close to the Creator of all the beauty one has seen and experienced.