Sunday, 18 June, 1944

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Sergt. S. Bristow
Headquarters                                                                      163.
15 L of C Signals
Cen Med Forces

18 June 44

My Very Own Darling,

Something has gone wrong with the organisation!  Sunday has come and almost gone & the Army Post Office haven’t delivered a letter from you.  It's the first Sunday for quite a long time that I haven’t had a letter from you and I have felt quite lonely.

Its been a “muggy” sort of day today & has tried hard to rain once or twice.  Even now as it is getting dark there’s hardly a breath of fresh air and although I am sitting under my mosquito net with hardly anything on, I am sweating.  I’ll take a bit of getting to sleep tonight I should think.

Despite the fact that we are quite busy in the office (there’s one man in hospital with enteritis & one on leave) I managed to snatch an hour off this afternoon to slip down to the bathing beach for a swim.  I hadn’t been there long however when there was a shower & so I packed up and came back to the office.

Nothing exciting has happened here during the last couple of days.  Everyone is very interested in the fighting in Normandy & the excellent progress that is being made on the Italian Front.  The Jerries seem to be completely disorganised now in this country.

We had an extremely good film at the local last night “I Married a Witch”.  It was a queer film after the same style as the “Topper” films.  The book was actually written my Thorne Smith, so if you have read any of his books, you will be able to guess that it was a good night's entertainment.  I like his books – do you?

Had a letter from Mother today to say that Dad was a lot better and that the doctor was letting him get up for a bit each day.  He will have to take things more easily now.

There’s a wireless on next door & at the moment a dance band is playing a medley of tunes which were popular two years ago – the time when you and I first met.  I’ve just been laying back on my bed with my eyes closed, recalling one or two of the happy nights we have spent dancing in each others arms.  That first night at Grimethorpe, Lundwood, Barnsley & Nottingham, all happy memories.  I wonder, Darling, how many more months will pass before we are in each others arms and dancing again.

Music is a marvellous thing for bringing back memories, isn’t it Dear?

Well, the end of another letter Darling, one more to the pile and one nearer to the time when letter writing will be needless and, instead of writing it, I shall be able to tell you & show you just how much I love you.  

Always yours, Stan  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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