Ristow Barracks
Shorncliffe Kent England
Dear Mother
I received your letter
of Nov 22nd today and the one written on Dec 10th a few
days ago so you see how my mail arrives.
By Jove Mother that was a nice little calling down you gave me I know
when I asked you for that money that you were hard up and I said I would give
it back to you as soon as I could and not to worry about me being in trouble as
I was not but to believe me and some day later I will tell you all about it.
Now Mother you talk
about my nonsense will believe me it’s but very little fun I have had lately or
for the last couple of years and when you speak of me troubling and worrying
you well Mother it kind of hurts my feelings.
Believe me truly it is not nonsense or craziness Mother I am old enough
now to know when to draw the line and since my trip to Winnipeg I have been
anything but what was idiotic. I know I
can’t convince you by letters but it won’t be long till you will know for
yourself.
You asked me in your
last letter if my friends from Buxton had been writing to me. Yes they have and I told them it was
impossible for me to get up for Christmas. Mother it was simply because I
couldn’t afford it and if there had of been any where I would like to have gone
it was there. So you see its but darn
little nonsense I am carrying on. Yes my
Christmas, Birthday and News was spent working and working hard.
Things here are just as
usual same old routine day in and day out.
The majority of the civilian population think the war is gong to end
this spring at the outside but personally
think if we get home a year from now we will be lucky. However we can live in hope. You we speaking about sending me a parcel as
mine was blown up. Mother I know you
would like to send me one but really I would much rather you spent the money on
yourself or Dad, we get lots to eat and for what it costs to send one over here
it is not worth it. Yes I suppose the
Richmond babies are very nice and all that but its men we need over here. Oh
well they are enjoying life so let them alone.
Say mother do you ever hear anything about Harry Richmond and his
whereabouts. Well mother I am going to
close, tell Dad it will have to be a princess that I marry and a darn good one. Remember me to VV and Dad and write soon
Love
Chas
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