Bemerton
Tuesday
My Darling
Thanks for the letter. As usual, it cheered me up not a little. Hope you're still getting along OK at little old Parkstone - I'm getting on all right here, but am unfortunately still on P.T.
I believe I told you that I am now definitely in ‘K’ company and not just attached to them as I was before. I don't know whether it will happen to me, but I believe everyone here is being transferred to the Hampshire Regiment. Members of ‘H’ and ‘G’ companies have already signed transfer papers. This, however, I am definitely not going to tolerate. Imagine me, a Dorset man (?), being in the Hants! They're going to have a job to get me to transfer. But as yet, I've heard nothing really definite.
I went to another dance here at Bemerton last night. Apparently there was an ATS girl here who comes from Poole. Everyone immediately chases around for me, but unfortunately(?) I was at that moment buying my Sergeant a whisky at the Conservative Club over the road – (and me a Liberal!) and par conséquent I never met her.
However, she couldn't have had anything on you, darling as I told Eric afterwards. No one in the world has anything on his Jean according to him. But that's only because he's never seen you.
I shall put in for my seven days after next weekend. How long can you hang on for? I hope indefinitely, as everything is very shaky as regards leave.
Eric and I are at the moment at Bemerton Hut which is rather like the club - only there are no women. We use it for dances and as a recreation room each evening. Here I can sit at ease, smoke my pipe and read ‘The Field’ and ‘Country Life’. Just another couple of papers that make life a little more pleasant.
Poor Eric was on another charge - this time when he was acting as Company Orderly Corporal, and was found in bed at 6.30 am - a crime in the army. I swore he was out there, however, when he was up in front of the Camp Commandant – and managed to clear him.
Well, as usual, Darling I have no news of any real interest or importance - so I will close now, to get back and scrounge some supper.
And just in case you need reassuring (?) I love you now more than ever before, and also miss you more.
your adoring
Dicker
© Chotie Darling, 2010
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