Sir: As a member of Her Majesty's Forces serving in
the South Atlantic I must write to inform you of the three civilising pleasures Which keep me sane during our long and tedious days spent on patrol in the grey, in- hospitable South Atlantic. These are, in no Particular order, the music of Sir Edward Elgar, the poetry of Kipling and, last but not least, the excellent articles of the writers who contribute to the ever enjoyable and stimulating Spectator.
Auberon Waugh will also be pleased to know that of the many letters of encourage- ment we have received from school- children, many have contained dramatic drawings of my own ship, draped in Union flags, with blazing Argentinian aircraft all around. Perhaps Mrs Williams has not done as much damage to the 'future' of England as many have thought.
With the date of our return to England Unknown I can only await the arrival of the latest three-week-old Spectator and think of kiPling's words in 'The Broken Men':
Ah, God! One sniff of England - To greet our flesh and blood - To hear the traffic slurring
Once more through London mud!
Our towns of wasted honour - Our streets of lost delight!
How stands the old Lord Warden?
Are Dover's cliffs still white?
Sub-Lieutenant P. F. Dunlop Bristol at sea
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