April 17, 1943
Hello My Love:
Another day’s work & really felt good & tired by supper time. Imagine our surprise as we were finishing to hear Bag-pipes marching up & down the square. You certainly didn’t have to post a notice anywhere to advertise a concert. Inside 15 minutes there were over 3000 men crowded around with 100’s more leaning out of windows in view. This is the only pipe band that 98% of us have seen in this country; didn’t even know there were any bands down here. What a kick the boys really got out of it. Stan, Jones & I then came into town to a show called “Big Street”, but after about 20 minutes of it I packed up & left, had seen it before twice. Walked down as far as the club & so here I am writing to you.
We have a 4 piece band (2 violins and 1 bass & piano) & at the moment they are playing my favourite “Ava Maria”. There are quite a number in around, including two nurses which are sitting in the next room having a drink.
June 12, 1943
This is being written to a lot of Jazz music the piece playing now being “When I am alone, I’m thinking of you!” How true that really is even when I’m not alone, & as training officer I keep the rest busy, much as they hate it; but the busy’er they are keeps me just that much busy’er to keep up to them & boy that’s the only way to keep from being home sick & entirely fed up. Over this weekend we lost Company Cmdr, 2 1/c & records officer, a new C. Cmdr, who doesn’t know his way around & won’t for a week at least & so yours truly acts as the whole lot put together. Promotion can only come through the field so its just up to yourself whether you work hard here or not & I prefer to work as they all know.
Darling! I have to fight like hell that old weakness of mine & that is, putting off until tomorrow what I should do today. The last 2 weeks I’ve carried a book around with me & jotted down everything as it comes & seen to it that the book was clean before I quit for the day. Last Sunday I played golf & today I played also, Charlie, Ken & a chap named Ross. A lot of fun & the only time out of camp in the 2 weeks. And now I’m starting another fight again & that is to write you every night however small. I start tonight. So love till tomorrow,
PS, just to hold you just once!
June 3, 1943
This card is inclined to be the least bit to colorful, especially during these times, but it really is just the same as always, quaint, old, & peaceful. In the background is the old town clock that wakes me every morning & chimes every quarter hour. Wish you were here.
June 21, 1943
As you can see by the heading Sweetheart I am now in Brighton & as I write this I have just come back from a stroll up town & am sitting in the drawing room (What English!) When I got up it was rainy & blowing to beat H. but now the sun has come out, the wind has died down, & the clouds are disappearing rapidly so that before long there should be nothing but blue sky overhead.
Still hard to believe my good fortune of s few days off, but it should be a good rest & I hope to improve my knowledge of the country. Went toa dance last night after arriving & had a very enjoyable time. To even picture a war time dance to you is hard, but imagine Summerside High School’s dance floor 3 times the size, tables & chairs three to five in depth all round, the tables all filled (Ticket office open at 630, dance starts at 7 & tickets all sold at 710) you can gather a small amount what it may be like. 3 times the number of women as men, & a big percentage on leave like myself. I personally dance only with wrens, VADs or Fire Department girls. All these services have blue uniforms & the girls as a whole are a much better class of girl. Closes at 10 & by 10.30 streets are practically empty. Came back to the hotel & got into a game of bridge with a U.S. Officer & a young married couple until 12.45 then retired. Wish to God you were here to enjoy this with me,