Monday, 10 January, 1944

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Sergt. S. Bristow,
Headquarters
15 L of C Signals
Cen Med Forces                                                                           100.

10 Jan 44

My Very Own Darling,

I am sorry that I have kept you waiting four days since my last letter, but there has seemed to have been a sudden flood of extra work recently, & of course, that has meant but one thing – extra hours.  Still I have got rid of it all & here I am again.

As you see from above, this is the 100th letter I have written to you since that February morning when I said farewell to England (that is if my counting has been correct!)  Quite a milestone, Darling, isn’t it?  What a lot of we have had to rely on the written word during our two years of comradeship, haven’t we and it speaks greatly for our love, that after receiving so many letters, we still look forward to each mail delivery with the same excitement as we did when the very first letter arrived.

I shall never forget that evening in that Barnsley cafe when you said you were very bad at letter writing & so I made you promise to write me a ten page letter.  You didn’t quite keep your promise for you managed only five but it was the start of a friendship which, after much persuasion was to develop into a really deep & trusting love.  Ah me!  Thank God for the written word!  We should have been lost without it, shouldn’t we?

I had a letter from Mother a couple of days ago in which she mentioned having been up to 56 to see your parents & found both your Mother & Vera with colds.  I hope by now that they are recovered.  She also mentioned that she and my Father had had to dash over to Hull to see my Grandmother on Christmas Day.  Apparently she is very weak, all bad news about grandparents makes me realise very much that the years are rolling by, doesn’t it?

I am sorry I referred to the collection towards our home as “dirty work”.  It was an unfortunate phrase with which to describe such thrilling happenings, but what I was really concerned about was the fact that I don’t want you to rob yourself of too many luxuries, now.  One never knows, you might have to do without them once we are married.

I love you so much Darling for all the good work you are doing & I only wish I could be at home to help you with it all.  I suppose that day will come eventually, however, if only we are patient.

Your nights off will be very close by the time you receive this.  Don’t spend too much time in bed, will you?  If they start on the 26th you will just miss being at home for your birthday.  What a pity.

I send you all my love, Darling, and if there does happen to be any scraps left over after you have finished with it, give them to all at 56 & 19.  Always yours, Stan xxxxx

 

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