Sunday, 6 June, 1943 - Airgraph

JUNE 6^th, 1943                                                                                       28.

MY OWN DARLING,

IT’S THE SIXTH OF THE MONTH AND I HAVE A FEW ODD MOMENTS.  THE COMBINATION OF THESE TWO FACTS LEADS BUT TO ONE THING – AN ODD WORD OR TWO FROM ME TO YOU (LAST BIT SOUNDS POETIC DOESN’T IT.  MUST BE THE SUN THAT’S EXTRA HOT TODAY!!!)

THERE’S NOTHING FRESH SINCE IF LAST WROTE TO YOU, BUT I ALWAYS THINK OF YOU MORE THAN EVER ON THIS “ANNIVERSARY DATE” AND I AM SURE YOU DO OF ME.

I HAVE WRITTEN YOU TWO LETTERS IN THE PAST WEEK: AN AIR LETTER AND ONE IN A GREEN ENVELOPE.  YOU WILL NOT GET THE LATTER ONE FOR ABOUT A FORTNIGHT AFTER YOU RECEIVE THIS I SHOULD IMAGINE.

THE MONTHS ARE PLODDING BY, DARLING, AREN’T THEY.  VERY SLOW IN THEIR PROGRESS, BUT I SUPPOSE THAT IT BECAUSE BOTH YOU AND I ARE COUNTING EACH DAY OF THEM.  AH ME!  WE ARE NEVER SATISFIED ARE WE.  THE FIRST YEAR OF OUR FRIENDSHIP WENT TOO, TOO QUICKLY AND NOW WE ARE GRUMBLING BECAUSE THE SECOND YEAR IS GOING TOO SLOWLY.  FUNNY PEOPLE, WE HUMANS!

I HAVE JUST BEEN RE-READING “JUST BETWEEN OURSELVES” AND REVIVING THE MEMORIES THAT IT RECALLS.  A MOST PLEASANT WEEK WAS CONCLUDED BY YOUR SENDING ME THAT.  IT WAS MOST THOUGHTFUL OF YOU, DARLING, AND I CANNOT THINK OF ANYTHING WHICH COULD HAVE MET THE CASE SO WELL AS DID YOUR CARD.  TO RELIVE THOSE DAYS AGAIN IS ONE OF MY CHIEF AMBITIONS NOWADAYS.

I COULD GO ON TYPING ALL NIGHT, BUT AS YOU SEE THERE’S NO MORE ROOM, SO I SHALL HAVE TO GIVE UP!

WILL WRITE AGAIN SOON.

All my love, my Dear.  Yours, Stan  xxxx