## ## Letter from Bill Akrill to his mother and all IBCC Digital Archive
Relates journey to new station and 115 Squadron somewhere in Norfolk/Suffolk. Arrived at Honnington but no 115 Squadron. Arranged transport to correct base at Wretham. Well looked after at Honington by American maintenance squadron. Many other personnel had varying difficult journeys to wrong locations. No sign of 115 Squadron who do not want them anyway. Tells them to expect telegram cancelling posting. Hopefully will all be sorted tomorrow. Describes current location and living conditions. [sic] We rang up Honington for transport waited for it. Imagine our amazement[page break]when a weird looking American Jeep car came to a dead stop some Yank officers piled out signalled [underlined] us [/underlined] in! We’d just settled in when crowds [underlined] more [/underlined] Yanks just off a train scrambled in too. We were decidedly mystified as you may guess. Anyway off we went on a most hair raising ride [deleted] to [/deleted] for mile upon mile. Orderly Room was and escorted us to a deserted looking building to the Orderly Room. There was an erk and a corporal who nearly collapsed when we told him we were reporting to 115 Squadron. personel [sic] still there. 115 Squadron had never really been there tho’ they had tried to re form it there in 1940 after Dunkirk. We discovered that it was at Wretham about 20 miles away arranged for transport to fetch us to there on the following day. In the Mess we got a marvellous tea they found beds for us. The Sgts. Mess quarters were marvellous we were disappointed to think that it wasn’t the place! Later at night 8 more fellows turned up 11 of us in all representing 4 crews.It was a scream to hear[page break]everyone story. Nobody had been sure [underlined] which [/underlined] Honington to go to. My Bombadier [sic] had gone all the way from London to Honington near Grantham found it was the wrong place gone back to Grantham where he found 2 more fellows on their way there!! So they all came back to Bury St. E They’d heard that my Pilot another pilot were also on their way to Honington, Lincs!! We had a good breakfast and a marvellous dinner the best I’ve had in the forces of wonderful America stuff which you’d thought had disappeared since the war. Then the Wretham (pronounced Rettam) transport came we set off over huge moors, commons parks where there’s thousands of acres of re apprestation. So we arrive at East Wretham. Here, at[page break]any rate for the time being, we found 115 Squadron tho’ what, why or when 115 Sq is nobody knows. We did learn tho’ that 115 Squadron didn’t particularly want [underlined] us [/underlined]!! I expect by now that you’ve got a telegramme [sic] cancelling my posting. The Wing Co. here sent them off yesterday. He’s away at the moment so just [underlined] what [/underlined] is to become of us nobody knows. It’s pretty certain that we’ll not be staying here for Mr. H. was right about the L. IIs. and we’ll have to go somewhere to convert to the darned things I expect. We hope to find out something a bit more definite tomorrow. Maybe the rest of the crews will arrive by then. There’s only my Bombadier [sic] here so far. Goodness knows where Larry Moff are. Jock seems to be visiting all the[page break]Honingtons he can find!!If you see Mr. Henry you must tell him that he landed me in among a great camp full of Yankees. But tell him they gave us a marvellous time anyway. station I’ve yet to see. We are billeted in log cabins which are round a small clearing in a wood All these little wooden huts nestling beneath oaks spruces is more like a scout camp somebody remarked. Nobody [underlined] ever [/underlined] seems to do anything Talk about sleepy hollow! It all really looks very charming but its not so comfortable or convenient. The mess another wooden shack under the firs isnt [sic] so very hot.