Chippenham, Wilts
My Darlingest,
Thanks for the letter. I'm glad you haven't decided to fall for a Guardsman.
I’ve been lying awake for nights thinking the most horrible thoughts about the wretched guards, and when I have slept, I've had nightmares about them. It was a wonderful relief to know you still care for me, even if I can't see you very often, and that comes before the Army, Victory or anything.
If only this wretched show would end. What a time we could have! No having to think about getting back to camp on 48 hrs or anything like that. It seems too good to be true now - but the time will come, Darling, never fear. It will take more than Jerry bullets to get through me, you know.
There has been a great change here. CSM Gurd is going away, and another sergeant who is now in ‘L’ Coy, and with whom I get on excellently is being made up and will take his place from tomorrow. There was a conference this morning of Officers, WOs & Senior NCOs which I had to attend and which dealt with the near future of this Company. Things are beginning to tighten up now and discipline is much hotter. It's about time, as things were getting slack. I say that now I'm a senior, but I doubt if I'd say it if I were a private!
Eric still hasn't come back, and I'm wondering if he's been hit by a bomb or something, as there's been hundreds where he lives. He’s two days overdue from his leave.
It’s now Sunday Afternoon, and as usual, I’m stretched out on my kit, writing to my little Cho-cho. There's a couple of fights going on, (which is a common occurrence) as everyone has by now spent all their money and has nothing better to do. Johnny Hill who is a L/Cpl-Instructor (PT) and I join in when we feel like it as one has to let them know who's boss!
Well, Precious, there doesn't seem anything else to tell you, except that I still adore you with all my heart and soul and always will.
So, don't forget to think of me sometimes, Darling, and remember I'll do anything for you, any time.
Your adoring
‘ Dicker’
© Chotie Darling, 2010
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