{"id":183,"date":"2012-02-29T16:00:58","date_gmt":"2012-02-29T16:00:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/RTG\/?page_id=183"},"modified":"2019-08-11T10:26:09","modified_gmt":"2019-08-11T10:26:09","slug":"letter-17-6-44","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/trevorgreenwood.co.uk\/tg\/june-44\/letter-17-6-44\/","title":{"rendered":"Letter 17.6.44"},"content":{"rendered":"

No. 7925934. L\/Sgt. Greenwood.
\n‘C’ Sqdn. 9th Battn. R.T.R.
\nA.P.O. England.<\/p>\n

17.6.44<\/p>\n

Saturday evening.<\/p>\n

Jessie Mine, There is so little happening at the moment that I hardly know what to talk to you about. There has been no incoming mail either, since your two letters on Thursday. I feel horribly isolated from you dear… but I am not worrying. Something tells me that you will by now have cured your cold… and I know too that Barry has the blessing of your love and attention, so he is alright: I do envy the little chap…! I believe we will be allowed to go out again this evening: I may go to the pictures. It will be a change from the depressing atmosphere of this camp.<\/p>\n

I feel very restless: there is so much uncertainty about everything just now. And this waiting doesn’t help matters… not that I am anxious for whatever activity may lie ahead, but it is a bit nerve-racking being poised on the brink of God knows what for so long. I notice much enforced gaiety among my colleagues, particularly the younger ones. I suppose this is natures way of helping them to escape from reality. But they are all in good spirits, and very cheerful on the whole.<\/p>\n

Later.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Have just returned from the cinema. Most of the fellows here have been raving about a picture called ‘Melody Inn’ featuring Dorothy Lamour… so I went to see it. It was a ‘romantic drama’ cum musicale, with plenty of crooning by the glamorous Dorothy. I only have myself to blame for seeing it…<\/p>\n

Jessie Mine… how are you managing with all the bother and complications of running our little house? I often try to think of all the things that you have to attend to… things that ought to be done by your husband… And the garden! I know you have ceased to worry about it, but has it been at all productive this year? I refer to the strawberries in particular. There are fields of them down here… and I tasted some the other day. Have you had many of ours? or have our visitors helped themselves too liberally?<\/p>\n

And are all those gadgets behaving themselves?… vacuum cleaner, wireless set, pram, bicycle, taps and drain plugs, water pipes… and all the other things which seem to have a fascination for gremlins. Incidentally I would never have thought of looking down a frying pan handle for gremlins, but it just shows, doesn’t it. Mind you, I think it is possible for water to get down the hole… or even a drop of fat, but I think it must have been gremlins in your case. Ah Jess… if only I were with you… husbands are a fairly good antidote to gremlins…<\/p>\n

I dream about you so much, dear:… about you and our little fellow… and the happiness that will be ours when this beastly war is over. Perhaps it won’t be long… Meanwhile, I never forget that I am one of the luckiest of men. I have you: I have your love: and we both have our little son. Can you wonder that I know the meaning of happiness?<\/p>\n

Whatever the future holds in store for me, you can rest assured that nothing whatever can deprive me of that inner happiness and tranquillity with which you have endowed me.<\/p>\n

I love and respect you, Jess.<\/p>\n

It will always be so.<\/p>\n

Good night, my darling,<\/p>\n

Your Trevy.<\/p>\n

P.S. It is now 10.20 pm… I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but I am hoping to be able to write to you again.<\/p>\n

T.<\/p>\n

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