Sunday, 5 December, 1943

2364226                                                                                       86.
Sergt. S. Bristow
Headquarters
15 L of C Signals
Cen Med Forces

5 Dec 43    

My Very Own Darling,

I think that this is about the fourth night in succession I have written to you.  Amazing isn’t it?  I thought I would try and write as many letters as I could in the next few days, however, for Dec 8 is the last day of posting Air Mail letter cards here to ensure their delivery by Christmas.  At least that is what the Army Post Office has promised me, but knowing the way they work, I haven’t pinned a lot of faith in it.

Anyway, my Dear, if this does happen to arrive in Nottingham any time near the festive season, here’s wishing you a happy Christmas and I’m hoping (you know how hard Darling, don’t you?) that this’ll be the last Christmas we shall spend with so much land and water separating us.  How I wish I could drop in to spend Christmas with you.  The news of you having passed your finals gives this year’s festivities a little bit extra zest, don’t you think?

Never mind, Darling, it is just another of the many things I have written down on the slate as damned good reasons why you and I should have a real binge when I get home.

Have you got your Christmas plans made out yet?  I hope you keep sober! !  I received your letter about having visited the County Hotel in celebration of your three years at Nottingham a few days ago and laughed very much at your remark about lager beer.  Sorry to hear you don’t like it.  Personally speaking, I wouldn’t mind having a crate full under my office table just now!!  You made my mouth water when you told me how you had been scoffing chicken, but there’s a ray of hope on the horizon for me, for I have just learned that we are going to have chicken for Christmas dinner.  That’s something to look forward to.  I didn’t think the Army would be so hard hearted as to give us bully beef on Christmas Day as well as every other day!!  Joking apart, however, we are doing quite well for food at the moment.

I have just been thinking that tomorrow is the 22nd anniversary of our meeting, Darling.  Isn’t it just amazing how time is creeping past us?  I have just been sitting in my office chair (I have got the office all to myself tonight and it is very quiet) dreaming about the night of Feb 6th 42 and what it has meant to both of us.  It is a really pleasant memory and since leaving England I have relived that night in my mind so many times that I think I know just every little detail.  I shall always remember how annoyed I was when you had the last waltz with that Harris bloke and I thought I had lost the opportunity of taking you home?  I don’t know why I should have been annoyed, but I was!!  I never realised when I came home on that week-end leave that I was going to find so much and such a lasting happiness, and of course you didn’t, did you?

Now that we are separated Darling it is grand to have so many and such happy memories to live amongst until the day when we shall be together again and able to continue that happy life which we had just found in one another’s company.

As you say in your last letter, this waiting period is tiresome, but it surely can’t last much longer and we have so much to do when I do eventually get home, that this waiting period is as far as we are both concerned, just a preparation period for the big events which lay in front of us.

But I am getting towards the end of the page, so I had better come down to earth again out of the land of dreams.

Have a good time at Christmas, won’t you and remember me, for my thoughts will be with you more than ever on the festive day.

By the way, I forgot to ask you to congratulate Kit on passing her finals when I wrote to you last night.  Will you do the job for me Darling?

Well, that’s all for tonight.  I only wish that I could say “goodnight” to you in the way I used to do, but then that process used to take several hours sometimes didn’t it?

All my love Darling  Yours Stan  xxxx


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