March 25, 1945

Last letter 23 Mar 45

8C.I.T.R., CAO,

25 Mar 45

Darling Isobel:

Here I am again with the usual Sunday night effort. John & I are over in our room & it is nice & warm & quiet here now. Got a letter from you yesterday again, the one that you wrote after you’d been to Whycocomagh & told me about the funny chocolate bars. About that Mrs. M. Adams piece – whether you put it in or not I kept it. It’s about how to make a happy home, not losing one’s temper & venting one’s displeasure upon the ones one loves best. Maybe Ida did it on purpose but it sure hit me right between the eyes & I’m not fooling. I’ll send it to you.

Had a letter from Normal yesterday too. He expects to come to England on nine days leave real soon. I hope he & Hugh can have their leave together. I expect they will be able to. Norman is now in Belgium and likes it there much better than any other place he has been so far. It was a good letter. He hadn’t seen Henry up to that time, but his letter was 2 weeks coming this way. I wrote Hugh right quick to get in touch with him at once re. the leave situation.

John & I were down to a hospital about 15 miles away overnight – got back at noon today. Mr. Morris who was at Aldershot, he comes from Windsor, is there & has been quite ill with some ear trouble that by spells destroys his sense of balance so that he can’t stand up. A queer one, what! He expects to go home soon so we went down to see him. He seemed awful glad to see someone from home, having been here for about a year. While there we saw two more doctors that had been in Aldershot for a short time – one’s name was Carrol & I can’t remember the other one. Remember Bill Garrell – the officer that came to Flo’s & Jack’s the night of Jack’s birthday party & only stayed a short time? He was there in hospital with his left hand missing – lost in just across the border to Germany. He is very well & the wound healed up very rapidly. He goes home very soon. We decided it was a good occasion to open the chocolates so we took them with us and ate them all. Looking any day for the parcel, dear. There were no cookies in the other one.

Will close, darling, with all my love – forever your own

Frank