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Thursday, 27 January, 1944

Grimethorpe                                                                                 (93) 27-1-44 My Own Darling, Once again I write to you from Grimethorpe.   I arrived here at 3 p.m. yesterday feeling exhausted.   As I retired to my bed at 7 p.m. and slept soundly until 9 a.m. I feel quite refreshed and energetic to-day. The picture “The Lamp Still Burns” is showing in Nottingham this week and a friend and myself wanted to see it so we had to get up at 2.15 p.m. on Tuesday.   We were both very disappointed with the picture.   It is supposed to be a tribute t...

Tuesday, 25 January, 1944

2364226 Sergt. S. Bristow, Headquarters 15 L of C Signals Cen Med Forces                                                                            106. 25 Jan 44 My Own Precious Darling, This may reach you around about our anniversary (God and the Army Post Office willing!!), a time when the thoughts of both of us will be more than ever closely allied. Looking back, Darling, it seems so wonderful to realise that we have weathered the last couple of years and that our love has developed into such a deep and thrilling institution, especially when one remembers what you were – a very stubborn (but exceedingly ...

Saturday, 22 January, 1944

Nurses Home                                                                                (92) General Hospital Nottingham 22-1-44 My Own Darling, Having given out all medicines, taken my temperatures and tucked everybody up for the night and done all the other hundred and one jobs that there are to do, I find myself with half an hour to spare so thought that I would start this letter to you. I have only three more nights to work and then I spend five nights in my own little bed at home.   I suppose that by the time this letter reaches you I will have been home, come back again and...

Friday, 21 January, 1944

2364226 Sergt. S. Bristow, Headquarters 15 L of C Signals Cen Med Forces                                                                            105. 21 Jan 44 My Very Own Darling, I’ve spent the last couple of minutes adding up and taking away and have come to the conclusion that if the Army Post Office keep up the good record they have established recently of delivering my letter to you in 9 – 10 days, this one should just about arrive in time for your birthday. Anyway, just in case it does, I’ll start by wishing you lots of happiness on your birthday – and here’s an extra typewritten couple of birthday...

Tuesday, 18 January, 1944 - Stan's letter

2364226 Sergt. S. Bristow, Headquarters 15 L of C Signals Cen Med Forces                                                                            104. 18 Jan 44 My Very Own Darling, I was beginning to get annoyed with the Postal authorities for today was the ninth without a letter from you.   My good temper was restored this evening, however, when your air letter of the 8 th turned up.   I suppose I didn’t ought to grumble, did I?   Ten days from England isn’t bad going. Yes, Darling, eleven long months have rolled by very slowly since we said “Au Revoir” one winters afternoon on Doncaster ...

Tuesday, 18 January, 1944 - Grace's letter

G.H.N.                                                                                          (92) 18-1-44 My Own Darling, This morning I received your air-letter dated Jan: 4th.   I was so pleased that you received mail from me on Christmas Day.   Your letter was the best Christmas box I had. Christmas seems so far away now, doesn’t it?   I wonder where we shall both be next Christmas? The other morning I saw a trade show and a newsreel was being shown of the country you are fighting in in Italy.   I must admit I did ...

Saturday, 15 January, 1944 - Grace's letter

G.H.N.                                                                                          (90) 9.30 a.m.   15-1-44 My Very Own Darling, This is the third time I have picked up my pen to write this letter to you.   The first time I tried I had to suddenly dash away to a patient that had collapsed – the second time the doctor arrived and just as I got rid of him I had to admit a new case so I decided that the only place I could write and not be disturbed was in my own bedroom – and now I am not so sure that Kit will not come dashing...