Tuesday, 20 June, 1944 - Two Letters

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Sergt. S. Bristow
Headquarters                                                                      164.
15 L of C Signals
Cen Med Forces

20 June 44

My Very Own Darling,

Your letter written a week ago arrived to-day to shed a spot of brightness on to the proceedings.  However did you manage to write it with such opposition as that which must have been provided by three females all sitting on your bed and talking!!  I have written to you under difficulties, but none quite so bad as that!

I am pleased to hear that at last you have got some soldiers to look after.  Now you have lots to do I suppose you have lost that horrible feeling that always goes hand in hand with that period of waiting when nothing happens.  Now you will feel that you are doing your bit towards the war effort and will (at least I hope you will) have forgotten all your ideas of the QAIMNS!

Since I last wrote to you a couple of days ago things have been quite quiet, except for one thing which has made me really annoyed.  I had a polite note from the Base Censor yesterday to say that as my letter about my leave in Naples (at least I presume that’s the one) breaks the censorship regulations it has been confiscated.

Doesn’t say what for & I am sure that I have said much worse things in some of the letters I have written to you.  Perhaps it was just unlucky & I caught him on a day when he had a bad temper.  It’s a damned nuisance, to say the least of it & means that you’ll have to wait until I see you before you hear of any Neapolitan adventures.

Reverting back to “shop”, the next few weeks should prove very interesting to you if it is your first experience of the much-talked of Penicillin.  Hope you perform untold wonders with it, Darling.

I feel a little jealous of all those soldiers, Darling, being so close to you, able to hear your voice & see you.  I would have undergone two or three “Second Fronts” for the opportunity of being by your side.

I want you so much Angel.  I dream of nothing but that exotic moment when, back in England again I can take you into my arms, and in the low firelight of a certain little house in Yorkshire tell you in words and actions, instead of these lifeless words, how much you mean to me my darling and how much I have missed you during the long 18 months which have dragged past, so slowly.

The future holds such a lot in store for us, Darling, doesn’t it?

I love you dearest and am missing you terribly.  I am your own Stan  xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

 

G.H.N.                                                                      (140)

20-6-44

My Own Darling,

I was very happy to receive two letters from you today, one by this morning's post and one by the noon delivery.

You seem to be having a very energetic time – swimming every day.  Reserve some of your energy though Darling, because when you come home and teach me how to swim – you will need it!!

I was very amused at your description of the football match you went to see – if one can call such a football match.

We have established in Nottingham now a new Radiography Centre which is situated opposite the hospital.  The “powers that be” decided to take advantage of the scheme and have all the nurses’ chests X-rayed.  We have all had to go at various intervals.  I have never seen anything like it.  There were dozens of little rooms in which we are supposed to undress as far as the waist.  There were half the females of Nottingham as well as the nurses doing this “strip tease” act.  We were then given something resembling a black sun top to put on, except that they did not fit as well as sun tops.  The next procedure was to find the x-ray room and stand shivering in a long queue until it was your turn to be x-rayed.  Never before have I been more glad to get into my uniform again!

To crown it all I have just been informed that I - amongst about a dozen others – have to be re-x-rayed!!  You see they are done in miniature so some of them are unsuccessful.  Ah me, the trials of this life!

I also had a letter from Nan this morning.  Her Mother is very ill so it looks as if the visit to Scotland is off.  Some time ago her Mother had an operation and from what I can gather I think that she has a cancer.  The operation she had would prolong her life for a few months and I am afraid that her time now is very short.  So you see – we could hardly go under the circumstances.  Also travelling is very bad now.

The end of the page once again, Darling, so I will say Au-Revoir, get into bed and so sleep and dream of you and our future.

I still love you, Dear.  Yours always, Grace  xxxxx

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