5731671 P/CDT Williams RK
30.0 Tp ‘A’ Sqdn.
No1. Pre-OCTU R.A.C.
Alma Barracks, Blackdown, Hants
Sunday
My Darling Chotie,
As Sunday has again occurred I find I have a few minutes, to write to you.
It seems ages since I heard from you – but I expect you’re in the same position as I am – one of a temporary scarcity of spare time.
I’ve managed to settle down here, as much as is possible anyhow, but find myself pretty rushed off my feet and expect to be the same for the rest of my stay here.
The compensations, such as they are, consist of such luxuries as hot water, showers, marvellous food, and plenty of clothing exchanges.
There’s a whole harem of ATS here – they do all the admin. Duties, office work, driving, etc. They never seem to do any parades, apart from one Church Parade per month. Pretty cushy.
(I must make an apology here for using this paper, but I’m fed up with using poky little writing-pads.)
I rather fancy that this letter will read like a young novel. However, I resume.
The instructors here are all Guards N.C.Os. Coldstream, Grens*, Irish, Welsh
etc and aren’t too bad on the whole. We get a helluva lot of square-bashing, much too much for me, anyhow, as I reckon I’ve had enough after nearly three years in this racket.
I expect you’re getting interested in the leave problem – and what a problem! I only wish I could get mine, but I’m afraid I’ve missed it and certainly won’t get any until after this nine weeks.
The real job starts at Sandhurst, but there you get a batman and are allowed a collar and tie(!) even though still a cadet – but that’s a long time yet.
I can get week-end passes from here – provided I’m not on duty, but it’s a lousy journey and the fare would be well over a quid. On top of this there’s the fact that you need every available moment to blanco** and keep your notes up to date. What a tale of woe! – anyway that’s about enough of my troubles.
I suppose you’re quite the old soldier by now. You won’t, however, be able to give me any old buck as I know the ropes.
You should get a better time when you get on a site somewhere – the initial training is always the stiffest, and the most boring.
Needless to say, I don’t get any time to read here, and I gather it’s the same with you.
Happily, I’m with quite a bright crowd – an actor (ham), medical student, couple of school-marms, buyer from Lewis’ Leicester, art student and several other buckshees.
I met LISBY here; do you know him? Rather fat, blond, used to work at Bank in Broadstone and ARP at Municipal Buildings. Went to Poole Grammar. He’s a pre cadet for the Tank Corps. (I seem to be rambling on, all to no purpose).
Heard Ruth Naylor*** (waltz-song from Bohème) on Naafi Radio this morning. Pretty wonderful.
I miss my friend Alex**** from the 43rd. Like Eric we had much in common, particularly opera. I promised to write, but then no one ever does.
The ham here knows lots of people we knew on the London stage, and every night-club in Mayfair. He knows enough about such people as Daphne du Maurier, Michael Redgrave, Noel Coward, etc to blackmail them a hundred times*****. Comes out with some rather indelicate tales after lights-out. (I’m thinking about taking this letter up with a publisher).
Had letters from home yesterday – no news. Brinner’s on a course somewhere. Diller is still expecting to do something. Expecting is as far as it will get.
How’s everyone at Parkstone? Give them all my best wishes when you write
won’t you?
Well, Darling, I must close here as its nearly lights-out and they’re pretty mustard on that sort of thing.
Hope I can see you before very long. I can’t tell you how much I miss you, Chotie, that would be quite impossible, but I do think about you and love you very, very, much.
Perhaps, this wretched show will end sooner than either of us imagine and we can be together again. I’m much more interested in that than any b----- commission.
God bless you, Chotie
always yours
Dicker
*Grenadier Guards
**Blanco was a cleaning compound used on the cotton of army uniforms.
***Ruth Naylor was an Australian soprano, famous for her appearance in Puccini’s opera La Bohème.
****Alex Johnston
****Practising male homosexuality was illegal in Britain at this time. Daphne du Maurier’s bisexuality has not been confirmed. She was Dick’s favourite writer and married to his former Commanding Officer in the Air Landing, Frederick ‘Boy’ Browning.
© Chotie Darling
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22nd March 1943 – the newly built gas chamber IV is opened at the Auschwitz Concentration Camp in Poland, followed by the opening of a gas chamber in Auschwitz II-Birkenau on 31st March and gas chamber V on the 4th April. Approximately one million people were killed at Auschwitz-Birkenau, the largest Nazi death camp - mainly Jews (approximately 90%) but also more than 70,000 Poles and about 20,000 Gypsies. (See Auschwitz-Birkenau and WW2-net Timelines.)
The Free French air fighter squadron, later known as the Normandie-Nieman group, go into action on the Eastern front in support of the Red Army.
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