Saturday, 6 May, 1944 - Grace's Letter

G.H.N.                                                                                                        (125)

6-5-44

My Very Own Darling,

I had just finished writing your letter yesterday when your parcel of almonds and “Yanks” arrived.  Thank you Darling.  They are delicious – especially the sugared almonds.

As I shall not be going home for a few weeks I have parcelled half of them up to send to your Mother.  It is so good of you to keep sending me these things.  I can assure you that they are thoroughly appreciated.  They were in perfect condition when they arrived too.

To-day is the sixth – another month of waiting over Darling.  On each sixth I put a cross on my calendar and wonder when I will put the final cross on.  I often wonder how these people feel that have been separated by this so-and-so war for three and four years.  It must be dreadful for them.  I should think they are past feeling by now and hopelessly watch the days drag by.

As I write this the wireless is playing the dance tune “What do we care, we shall meet again somewhere”.  What do we care indeed!  I know how much you care too Dear.  However, I suppose this war will end soon Darling and then we shall be together for always.  Roll along that day.

When I write to you Darling I often wonder if you are writing to me at the same time.  I guess we often think about each other at the same time.  Even in the middle of hectic morning I find my thoughts straying to somewhere in Italy and wondering where you are and what you are doing.  Ah me!  This thing called love.  I had no idea it would get me like this, had you, Dear?  I am truly thankful that I did and that you made me change my mind when we first met, though really it was not your advice as much that made me change my mind but just you being you.  I found myself falling more in love with you each time I met you, though I would not confess it to myself at first.  I think that it was because I suddenly realised just how much I did love you – and did not want to admit it that I once replied in rather a strange manner to a certain letter you once wrote me when you thought you might be going abroad.  However I do love you now my Darling – you can be certain of that.

Ever yours, Grace  xxxxxxxxxxxx

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