Oct 23 1945

 

 

 

 

55786. Tpr. Hallam, J.H., R.A.C.,

H.Q.Company, (Sgts. Mess Cook),

G.S.C. Depôt,

Whittington Barracks,

Lichfield,

Staffs..

Tues.Oct.23.1945.

My Darling,

I am writing you a few lines this morning, I am not on duty tii one o'clock, and as I was thinking about you all night, I must write to you and releive the tension in my heart strings.

The sun is shining outside, and the wind is blowing hard, about an hour ago the rain was simply pouring down, the weather has been trying to see what it can do these last few days I think.

The time is now ten minutes to ten, and is much too early for the mail to come up yet, I wonder if there will be any for me today: I hope so anyhow.

We drew out our “winter woollies” from the stores yesterday, I shall be wearing mine just now if it gets any colder: I hope summer is not long in getting here again.

Well my dear,at this time you will be busy working away, I wonder what you are doing at this moment, I wish I could just peep through a window and watch you for a few minutes, I would be happy then for the rest of the week.

I don't know what to write about, so I'm going outside for a few minutes and think of what to tell you. X

well I have just had a cup of tea, and a slice of swiss roll, and everything is going fine, the old wind is whistling outside, more rough weather on the way.

It is now five minutes to eleven morning tea time in hospital isn't it, I used to look forward to that time, but I did not have tea, always hot milk, you need not smile, I know what you are thinking, he's on his bottle again, just you wait.

I did not fully realise how wonderful nurses' were till I had to go that hospital you know, it was an experience I shall never forget, maybe I noticed it more with them being the first English women I'd seen or spoken to for so many years.

You know there isn't any other woman in the world like an Englishwoman, they have a charm all of their own, especially nurses, and I feel on top of the world for I have you my darling, one of those heaven sent people who care so well for the sick in body and mind.

Well! Well! Well! A letter for me I must stop for a few mins and see what you have to tell me: ten past eleven, and yesterdays letter too.

It is the one you wrote Sunday evening, darling please don't make yourself miserable, I know it is bad enough as it is having to be apart all this time, I always think it won't be long now, and console myself by crossing each day off the calendar as it goes by, there are not so many more now, darling keep smiling.

This is the start of a new writing pad, I get through quite a few these days. I think I will leave you now till tonight, and finish this letter after tea, darling you know I love you, my dearest traesur, if only I could give you a big kiss right now!

Here I am again, it is ten past eight, I have just finished.

I feel a little tired tonight, and I have a slight headache, all I want is to lay my head in your arms and my headache would leave me.

I have just cut up a stone of liver up for breakfast, and easily two stone of meat, if only you civilians could eat the same as these army people, it would not be so bad would it.

Fat that is the dream of every housewife, we use to clean the flus out with, just simply pour a pint or so on the fire, and it roars away, taking all the soot with it.

I don't want to make your mouth water, but I had a real orange tonight. I have had three now since I have been in England.

Well how has the day gone with you, have you been busy as usual, I have thought of you several times during the afternoon, you're never really far from my thoughts.

Darling I hope you are well in health, and happy, I forget quite a few times to ask you, but you know I always like to know you are enjoying only the best of good health.

Give my love to all I know, I hope they are all well and happy.

This is a poor letter my dear, I shall have to make up for it when I see you; which won't be long now I hope. Keep your chin up darling mine, I love your more than my poor pen can tell, or words define: my own darling.

“Goodnight and God Bless You”.

All my Love Always.

Henry.

Nurse L.M.Cooper,

Nurses Home,

City General Hospital,

Sheffield, 5.

 

 

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photo : Last page of the letter, full of "kisses".