Hello Old Man, Very pleased to hear from you again, and sorry I couldn’t answer before. No I don’t like those kisses from the cat, but a smell of that rabbit cooking would be very nice. So you are quite swell with your Air Force suit [one of his boys must have joined the Air Cadets]. Whats the matter with you all have you gone air force crazy. Say listen Son, your mother tells me you have been a bad boy. What’s the matter with you. You know you promised me that you would be good, and look after mother for me but it doesn’t look as if you are. You had better buck up or I’ll be coming home and use my stick again. Gee you and John sure have grown a lot.		Fancy weighing all that much. John sure will be a big man now he has so many ties won’t he. Well old fellow I guess this is about all for this time. So will close hoping to hear that you are a good boy again. From your old Dad And Pal Jack John Robert Osborn, Jamaica, to Gerald Osborn, Winnipeg, 9 April 1941.