Friday, 16 June, 1944 - Two Letters

G.H.N.                                                                                (139)

16-6-44  

My Precious One,

I would give anything at this moment to be sitting right beside you – wherever you may be.  Maybe it's the mood that I am in but I must admit – I am often in that mood.

I love you and miss you so much my Darling.  Usually it is at night when I miss you the most.

You said in one of your recent letters that sometimes you feel so alone.  Yes – I too often feel that way, even though I am in the midst of a large community.  I guess that is because I am longing so much for you.

I suppose that it is no good getting sentimental – it will not help to shorten the war or bring you home quicker, though it is good to feel that I can pour out of my heart to you and that you do not think me silly.

I received an air-letter from you yesterday that had only taken a week to come.

I wish that you could bottle some of the excessive heat you are having and send it over here.  This month has hardly been like June.  I only hope the weather changes for my holiday.

Have you done any reading recently?  I am afraid I have not had time for reading.

I went to the theatre last night and saw Ian Gill and Rene Ray in “Claudia”.  It was quite a good play, though I did see it as a film some time ago.  I believe I told you I had seen it at the time.

Apart from that I have not been anywhere else this week.  I had been told that the films showing in town were not worth seeing so I did not bother to go.

I am surprised that I have nearly finished this letter without the lights going out on me.  They should have been out long ago and it is getting quite late now so I really will have to say Good-night, my Darling.  Do you remember how we used to say Good-night?  Precious memories now aren’t they?  

Good-night then and all my love, your own, Grace  xxxxxxxxxxx

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Sergt. S. Bristow
Headquarters
15 L of C Signals
Cen Med Forces                                                                           162.

16 Jun 44

My Very Own Darling,

Once again night is beginning to steal across the sky & sitting in my favourite seat on the Mess balcony in the cool of the evening.  I have been letting my thoughts wander to Nottingham to be with you.  I’ve been wondering if you have been busy today and whether you have felt in a happier mood than you were when you wrote the letter which arrived today.

I could tell from the strain in which it is written that you were feeling depressed at the time, Darling.  It was the letter in which you claim that you are not doing enough towards the war effort.

Everyone gets like that occasionally I think, my Dear, especially people like you and I to whom the end of the war means so very much.  When I get periods like that – and I get them very often Dear, I always try and console myself by repeating the stanza “They also serve who only stand & wait”.   It often sounds hollow & meaningless when you are fed up of waiting, but it is true, I suppose.  Anyway, if the casualties have reached you yet you will be doing a bit more than waiting & will be feeling more satisfied.

The members of our Sergt.’s Mess are “multi disgracia” with our neighbours tonight.  There’s been one of the biweekly fiestas today when the local God-botherer comes round & blesses the houses.  For this occasion everyone drapes a white cloth of some description over the balcony of their house.  We thought we wouldn’t be left out of it & draped a table cloth over ours too.  When the parson and his retinue came round they took rather a dim view, which is only natural I suppose, for the cloth, not having been washed for a week, besides having the remains of someone’s dinner stuck to it, was as black as hades!!  Ah me, we do have fun, but we’ve had one or two black looks from across the street.  I am sure I heard one woman say to another “Yes my dear, its obvious that they don’t use Persil!”

That’s about the lot for tonight my sweet.  Someone’s pulling at my cuff and wants me to go walking along the front.  Wish to God it was you, Angel.  A stroll along the sea front with you in the twilight would be my idea of heaven.  Still as you’re in Nottingham & I’m here I suppose I shall have to make do with the company of a fellow sergeant.  Bye then!  All my love to you dear, Stan  xxxxxxxx

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