No. 7925934. Sgt. Greenwood, R.T.
9th Battn. R.T.R.


Friday evening.

Jessie Mine: I have been very lazy today…and have tried to convince myself that my condition is the inevitable reaction to my two days ‘guard’ at the hospital: one has to try and justify one’s lazy habits somehow! I haven’t done any work – not really. It is disgusting to think that I am able to waste time in idleness, whilst my wife is busy from morn till night. I wish our conditions were reversed, Jessie Mine… Or better still… I wish I could get away from this damned country, and give you a hand with the running of our home… and the rearing of our little son. I feel very aimless nowadays, altho I suppose our presence here is necessary, even though we may have to remain inactive. But I believe it is possible that I will soon have some sort of a daily programme – as a ‘Churchill’ instructor. But this is only a possibility: we will have to wait a day or two.

There was a letter for me today, Jess – thank goodness. It was the letter you wrote on paper from one of my old report books. You refer to one of my reports dealing with the Manchester City Police. I have tried to recall the past, but I haven’t the faintest idea what it was all about. But even though I cannot remember such details, I haven’t the slightest doubt about my being able to carry on with my old job… I’m pretty sure I haven’t forgotten much of my knowledge of the electrical trade… altho’ it is possible that I will be rather out of date on the radio side. I sometimes wonder whether I will go back to the firm’s Tungar dept. I have a suspicion that I won’t… simply because Tungars may no longer be manufactured. But – in this case there will almost certainly be alternative and more modern equipment. I hope this is so: it will be very interesting learning something new… And what would you say if I had to spend a few weeks at the works, learning my new job? I think you would like that dear… in spite of having to ‘board’ with Marjorie (RTG’s sister).
Yes, you and Barry would have to make the journey… because I wouldn’t go without you. But this is all speculation: it may never happen. I agree with your remarks about writing the firm. I too have thought about it quite a lot recently, and have decided to write to Mr. Crunden. I will not mention business or my job in my first letter. It will simply be a chatty letter about present conditions over here. I can discuss business later, after I have re-established contact.

I fear I have been a terrible correspondent in recent weeks. I haven’t yet written to Stan Smith: and I owe Mr. Cornelese a a letter, and Kath, and Wilf. I must also write to Aunt Ciss: I will have to explain my present occupation and the improbability of my now getting to Rotterdam. One of these days I will get a spasm and write to all these people.

This is a very rowdy mess tonight, Jess. We have received the monthly issue of drink… whisky, champagne, cognac, liqueurs etc… and most of the fellows have been ‘celebrating’. At the same time, they are playing darts and the noise is pretty awful.

I’m going to bed, dear… perchance to dream… about my love… my Jess.


Your Trevy.