Wednesday, 29 December, 1943

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Sergt. S. Bristow                                                                           96.
Headquarters
15 L of C Signals
Cen Med Forces

29 Dec 43      

My Very Own Darling,

I am doing well for mail from you this week.  You have performed the “hat trick” for Christmas – three air letters in three days & a sea letter thrown in for good measure.  Is there any wonder that I am feeling very pleased with myself!

It is coming to something when you have to write and tell me what I have bought you for Christmas, isn’t it?  Anyway, Darling, I am pleased Mother’s choice was to your liking.  I only wish that I could have done the choosing myself. Let’s hope I can next year!  So it is the first piece towards the family collection of silver, is it?  Let’s hope it will not be the last!!

The episode of the meat tin amused me greatly dear.  Surely you have not got your eye on expansion already!!  Remember what you used to tell me last year at this time.  You don’t like children!!!  But perhaps you are changing your mind?

But to be serious again, Darling.  With all these purchases etc., I shall have quite a time being shown all our worldly possessions, shan’t I?  All this makes me feel very proud of you, Darling, and makes the future all the more thrilling.  The only trouble is that it all seems so far away, doesn’t it?  But I suppose that that is because I count every day that passes as one less to our reunion.  All the time which has dragged past since I left you in February seems just so much wasted time to me, doesn’t it to you?  I must be in one of my impatient moods tonight!!

By now your nights off will be a thing of the past – in fact you will be looking forward to the next lot by the time this letter reaches you.  Your last January nights off bring back many happy memories, Darling, don’t they, the Factory Dance, the Bus Strike which we hoped would go on for ever & on the last day that very thrilling adventure of inventing a sick Mother just to be with me for a few days longer.  It was a very happy time that, wasn’t it Dear, despite the fact that it was overshadowed by my embarkation.  I have dreamed of that delightful week not once, but many times in the last year, but what is more pleasing than those memories is the promise that when I eventually get back to England again, all that happiness will be ours permanently, not just for two or three days each month, as it was in the past.  I don’t know what I should have done during the past year if I had not had you to love and think of, Darling.

Well, I’ve come to the bottom of the paper again, so I shall have to say an enforced “Goodnight”: keep on loving me please, Darling.  You have all my love. 

Yours Stan xxxx

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