Wednesday, 14 March 2012

March 18, 1945

Last Letter – 16 Mar.
8 CITR, CAO.,
18 Mar 45

Darling Isobel.

Didn’t write yesterday because there was no mail out today. Whoop! There come the planes again, just passing over. There sure is some noise when they go by. Saw a whole bunch of fighter planes go over today. They are much faster than the bombers & away up in the sky they look like ducks with their next sticking out. They have long engines away out in front & do they ever travel at a fast clip.

Had rather an interesting weekend. Yesterday John & I had arranged to get a couple of bikes & see the country. Just as we were ready to leave a call come to say there were two fellows down town to see us. So we walked down & there were Jimmie McLean & Joe McMillan, who used to be in Aldershot & who have come over recently. So we went into a hotel & sat down in the lobby & had quite a chat. Then we took them around & showed them a bit of the town & came up for supper. When we got here, there were two more, George Murray & Bill Ryan, also formerly from Aldershot but have been in action & back, who came down to see us. So we had supper & chewed the rag all evening. Then the first two left at 9 o’clock by bus so we all walked down town. The other two stayed all night. Jonnie went on that Educational trip today so I walked the other two around & after dinner they left to go back to their place. They had a bit of a nap & about 4 o’clock got up & took the bike I had & went for a ride. I guess I was gone about 1 ½ hours but I sure saw some pretty country. The primroses are out now – they are a small flower that grows close to the ground like a mayflower, but are yellow & about as big as a quarter. They sure look lovely & are in thousands. You asked what month this is like at home – I’d say it’s about like May. I even saw the apple tree in bloom today & I got pretty homesick, I can tell you.

Well, honey, goodnight for now & I’ll write tomorrow night too. All my love, dear, & I wish I were with you right this minute. Kisses for the boys.

Frank
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