Wednesday, 8 November, 1944

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

8 Nov 44.                                                                                            236.

My Very Own Precious Darling,

As I went to the pictures last night I bought a copy of the Stars and Stripes, the Yankee Forces newspaper.  On looking through it I came across the enclosed poem which seems so appropriate to our two lives.  I thought you might like it.

It is surprising Dear isn’t it, how sometimes one stumbles across a piece of verse which expresses so much better than can we, the thoughts we wish to convey.  As far as the pictures concerned, I can make no comparisons, for I’ve never seen you similarly clad.  However, my own personal view is that you must look far nicer than the picture!!

It was only the other day, too, I had a letter from you recalling the delights of our fireside adventures.  Yes, Darling I am glad we have them to look back upon.  The intimate thoughts and happenings of those firelit hours have done more than anything, in my opinion, to bind us together in our separation.  Never, my Precious, were we closer to each other than on those evenings when we were alone with just the ticking Grandfather clock and the flickering fire to keep us company.

So often during these cold nights, Dearest have I yearned for the trills which always came when you were near me, or nestled in my arms.

Oh Darling, how I wish I could find words good enough to describe just how much I love you and how much you mean to me.  It’s not possible though.  Words alone are inadequate.

In the letter Vera wrote to me the other day she mentioned how nice it was to get you in bed early instead of at 4 a.m.  I think I’ll write back and tell her she’ll be lucky if she gets you to bed at all during the first few nights I get back to England!  What say you?

Darling!  I never knew one could be looking forward to anything so much as I am looking forward to our reunion & the events that will follow.  It is said that “given time one gets used to anything”.  That’s all rot for I shall never never get used to being away from you.  As each day passes the ache in my heart for you gets greater.

Oh, I love you so much Angel.  Always your own  Stan xxxxxxxxxx