Bemerton
Sunday evening
My Darling Cho,
Thanks for the letter. I’m so glad you had such a cheerful birthday. I only wish I could have been home to spend it with you.
I expect you had quite a show last night. We didn’t get much sleep, if any. I still don’t know what happened, and I’m afraid I don’t much care. Once again, I’ve got fed up and am going to move heaven & earth to get back to the ranks and so on to a commission.
There is only one respectable bloke here now. Actually he’s French, and one of the few Lanerjacks left. His name’s du Rose and he’s commission crazy. His Old Man’s a captain and expects him to become one in next to no time. He comes from Birmingham University, where he was endeavouring to secure a B.A.
We are both going to see the Major tomorrow, if we can, to find out data re junior commissions.
We went on the beer last night in Salisbury ending up with a fish & chip supper. Mon Dieu, were we merry! Nothing was going to stop us! We were going to see the Major on Monday and tell him just what we thought of this crowd, and also his abilities as a Major….We swore solemn oaths that nothing on this earth would stop us getting this coveted commission.
I’m afraid we’ve cooled down somewhat today. However, I do hope something really material will happen tomorrow. “Qui sait?” as the French say.
Hughes and crowd came over from Dinton on Saturday afternoon to play cricket against our team. George, of course, was amongst them as usual. I didn’t know he was quite so old. He’s nearly twenty, and can I believe get a transfer then.
Well, Darling, I must close now to catch the post (6.30).
all my love,
and definitely all yours
Dicker
PS. How long can you possibly hang on with your holiday?
I can’t manage anything for a fortnight I’m afraid. Don’t forget to tell me.
Dicker
© Chotie Darling, 2010
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