My dearest Ingrid
1st April 1940
My dearest Ingrid,
I was so happy to receive your latest correspondence, I keep every letter you write safe in my satchel! I hope your Mother is well and your Father, I hope his flu has shifted somewhat since you last wrote! Please send him my best wishes for a speedy recovery. Yes thank you for the Birthday greetings, yesterday as you know I turned 19 a damn sight different from last years celebrations, do you remember Ingrid, Bobby Fletcher from 2 doors down that night, he’d had more than a nightcap or two, could barely string a sentence together? He’d mistook the Bobby on patrol for his old Pa, jumped on his back and sent him gambolling down the road! He winded up in a cell for the rest of the evening! Oh how that still makes me chuckle! The trenches are lonely Ingrid, how I long to be back home celebrating with you all! I miss your sweet presence and the touch of your skin! I long for the day this is over and I can hold you in my arms again! I am upset that I haven’t felt our baby kick and you get to feel them all! Make sure you keep telling that little one how much their daddy loves them, how radiant you must look, I suppose you will be fit to burst soon? I await the potential news of our new bundle in your next letter, it keeps me going, please look after yourself my love, you and the baby must be safe!