Interwar Years and Second World War Service
Between the wars, he directed flying operations for the Canadian Air Board, and oversaw the creation of mail and passenger air service throughout Canada. He later returned to the RAF, and by 1940 commanded the British air forces in the Mediterranean Sea from Malta.
As the war expanded later that year, Leckie returned to Canada to take charge of training operations in Canada for the RAF. He was promoted to Acting Air Vice-Marshal in 1941, and was later made substantive. In 1942 he transferred to the Royal Canadian Air Force (RCAF). In 1944 he became Chief of Air Staff, and was promoted to Air Marshal. After his retirement from the RCAF, Leckie played an active role in the Canadian Air Cadet movement. He died in Ottawa on 31 March 1975.
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