By Lam! and By Air

crew officers to the Nissen huts and the air crews to the permanent quarters. Why they did not do this years before puzzles me, but it did not endear the lowly F/O’s to the high class ground crews.

I was assigned to a room with the chief bombing officer and a pilot, F/O Miller. He was a big man, an excellent room mate, pleasant, with lots to say - one night we were talking about the Germans, and I said that the Scotch and German settlers made some of the better citizens in Canada, as they were known to settle down and make Canada their home. He said, ”I’m glad to hear that, as my father was born in Germany; the name was Mulner and he had it changed to Miller.” Miller's father had fought with the Canadians in World War I while his grandfather had fought in the German army. He said his grandfather had disowned him as a traitor to the Fatherland. Miller was from Winnipeg and when he signed up he was working with his father in the meat business. His brother Bernard was also in the Air Force - we often went on the same bombing raids, and he used to whisper to me, ”I wonder if I can bomb one of my grandmothers tonight.” Bernie Miller and I kept in touch over 50 years, and exchanged Christmas cards including notes. He went back to university and became a Real Estate man. I visited him a couple of times in Vancouver. He was married - he used to drive me around to see the sights of the town. A year ago last Christmas, no card came from Miller, but shortly after Christmas my wife got a call from his niece in the southern USA, saying that Bernard had died. Before his death he told her to phone me and give the reason why he could not write.

One time Miller told me he was standing in a crowd of about 4,000 listening to Diefenbaker, who when he finished his speech, pointed his finger and said, ”I want

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