{"id":2448,"date":"2013-05-22T20:46:17","date_gmt":"2013-05-22T20:46:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/trevorgreenwood.co.uk\/tg\/?page_id=2448"},"modified":"2019-09-27T14:07:50","modified_gmt":"2019-09-27T14:07:50","slug":"letter-16-8-45a","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/trevorgreenwood.co.uk\/tg\/august-1945\/letter-16-8-45a\/","title":{"rendered":"Letter 16.8.45a"},"content":{"rendered":"

No. 7925934. Sgt. Greenwood.
\n‘C’ Sqdn, 9th Battn RTR,
\nB.L.A.<\/p>\n

16.8.45<\/p>\n

Thursday<\/p>\n

Jessie Mine: I am still in Antwerp… and altho’ it is now late in the evening, there is still no news about our departure. I had hoped that we would be away by tomorrow morning at the latest, but this does not now seem likely. Perhaps we will travel by the night train tomorrow – but this is only a guess: I know nothing definite. I daresay you can imagine how irksome it is to be messed about like this – not that we are enduring any physical hardships, but this transit camp is a depressing hole… And there is the worry about leave: I want to get to the unit and see how I stand – I cannot somehow settle down to anything with all this uncertainty: and Antwerp has little appeal under such conditions. Likewise, I simply have no heart for writing. There are many things I could talk to you about dear, but I just can’t do it… If we are still here tomorrow, I will try to find a quiet corner in some canteen, and write you a decent letter:- something I cannot do in this prison-like camp.<\/p>\n

Goodnight, Jessie Mine…
\nI love you, dear… and I want to be with you… not messing around this damned continent like a lost sheep.
\nAlways
\nYour Trevy.<\/p>\n

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