HMS. Wasp
40 S.P.O.
London
3rd of October 44.
My dear Georgia,
I received your letter written on the 8th August where I was home on leave, about the 15th Sept, I am awfully sorry you haven’t had a letter for ages, but I think one was lost. I try to write about once a month. I did write before I went on leave, but I hope it won’t happen again.
Before the war, and at the beginning of the war, one of my favorite occupations was writing, but now my pen hesitates much often for my liking. I can only put it down to the fact that before the war, although the life I led wasn’t terribly eventful, it was far more exciting, in many respects than my present one.
This weekend saw the end of the tension which has filled these last four years. The capture of Calais and the end of the Shelling, I have only been here 10 months but during that time have grown more attached to this place than any other I have known, it’s rather strange. It isn’t a pretty town its untidiness and queer buildings are not even picturesque, entertainment in practically nil, but I suppose it’s just another one of those things, I’m in a rather dreamy mood this evening, lots of things could account for it. It’s is so cold, and tonight we have our first fire of the season in our sitting room, makes one drowsy. Particularly as I have been outdoors all day. I was almost numbed with cold when I came in now I’m flushed with heat, Then maybe it’s because soon we may leave this place and I have been turning up my memories, is this all very boring to you, I can hardly imagine you having time or inclination to dream, but your life must be very full, children, husband, home, I can hardly wait for the time when my life too, will be so full I can’t dream.
The talk and plans for demobilization, has unsettled me a great deal, I am in the first batch to go ‘outside’ when the defeat of Germany is complete, I shan’t refuse the opportunity. Though, what I will do until Ray is demobilized, I haven’t decided, I have had a fair amount of mail from him recently, though not regularly. It comes in batches. He is very well and quite a lot better than he has been. While he was on pass in Rome, he had some pictures taken for me. I’m afraid I’ve nagged him unmerciful for sum for ages, but I was awfully pleased with them. There are two, one of him alone and one with a chum, although, he looks thinned, which isn’t surprising, but very fit.
Canadians are playing a terrific part in this war, without them I doubt if would have dared stand up to the Germans in June 40, people in this little corner in England have reason to know of and appreciate the value of the Canucks, people who have slept in caves tunneled in the cliffs, for almost four years are sleeping in their own beds.
Ray sent me the snapshot you sent him of the children. They look awfully well, I’m sorry had a bad cough during the summer. I do hope its completely gone now.
I think I told you about my brother’s disappointment over his homecoming, but once again we have received a letter, telling us not to write again. I do hope he comes this June, my poor Mother was quite upset the other time.
Well, tomorrow is captain rounds of the cabins, which I think speaks for itself so I must do my share in cleaning up. I am sure by this time you will have heard from Ray.
Love and best wishes to Johnnie and the Children and you.
Muriel