{"id":1204,"date":"2012-03-10T09:01:06","date_gmt":"2012-03-10T09:01:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/trevorgreenwood.co.uk\/tg\/?page_id=1204"},"modified":"2019-09-08T10:39:19","modified_gmt":"2019-09-08T10:39:19","slug":"letter-23-3-45","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/trevorgreenwood.co.uk\/tg\/march-1945\/letter-23-3-45\/","title":{"rendered":"Letter 23.3.45"},"content":{"rendered":"

No. 7925934. Sgt. Greenwood, R.T.
\n9th Battn. R.T.R.
\nB.L.A.<\/p>\n

23.3.45<\/p>\n

Friday evening<\/p>\n

Jess darling: I was not able to write to you last evening… due to a little evening work we have in hand. This evening too I will be out until late, so this can only be a short note. I have little news for you, dear. Conditions here are more or less the same and nothing much is happening to me. The weather today has again been very fine… warm and sunny – and really too good to spend on these beastly vehicles. I do hope it is the same with you: I love to think of you taking Barry out in the sunshine. Has he seen any lambs yet, Jess? There are plenty of them here… tiny things frisking so happily about the fields. You must tell me how he behaves when he sees them for the first time… although I have an idea I can visualise the wonder and joy in his little face.<\/p>\n

Once again the sky has been filled with our aircraft… they have been buzzing around for several days now… making their noise all day… and night. Goodness knows how the Germans stand it.<\/p>\n

The war is certainly going well, but for me there can be no exhilaration… no relaxing of tension, until I know it is definitely over<\/strong>. And I think the same remarks apply to you, dear. Some people are lucky… they are even now able to feel light-hearted because the end is near: they have so little at stake. It is inclined to make me feel a bit sour.<\/p>\n

Jessie, Jess… it has<\/strong> been a long time. Dare we hope?.. can it be possible that our final re-union is very near? I am so weary: this constant yearning seems to have reached its climax: I don’t think I can stand much more of it… and I don’t think you can either.<\/p>\n

Forgive this moan, dear one. Please don’t think I am ill: I am really very well – physically.<\/p>\n

I hope to write you a longer letter tomorrow evening. There is an official squadron dance somewhere in the locality, but I am not going: I hope to spend the time talking to my love.<\/p>\n

Au revoir, Jess dear<\/p>\n

Always and always<\/p>\n

Your Trevy.<\/p>\n

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