March 29, 1945 (1)

Last Letter 28 Mar

8 C.I.T.R, C.A.O.,

29 Mar 45

Darling Isobel:

Just about dinner time here now, & about 7:30 AM where you are I guess. You’re just about thinking of getting up. Wish I were there, kid. Was down to Aldershot yesterday to get some information on a chap in Hospital there & when I was finished popped in for a few minutes to see Hugh. He is looking really good now, his hand is all better & he’s working hard to get back into shape. I doubt very much if he’ll be in it again but he will be well when he gets home. He tells me he hasn’t had only one letter from home in about a month so I gave him all the news I had which was fairly recent. I see a bunch of air mail stuff in today so quite likely there will be a letter from you in it. Also in Hospital I met a guy by the name of Drysdale who was a Sgt. at Aldershot when I was. He took a pretty awful wound somewhere in Belgium – a piece of shrapnel entered high up in his back and came out in front of his stomach. Tore out a lung on the way & really chewed him up pretty badly. You can get some idea of the good medical attention over here when I tell you it has now about healed, that all his insides are working normally & that he will soon be going home. The medical services here are wonderful. There was a man admitted to that hospital yesterday afternoon that had been wounded in Germany yesterday morning. The casualties are nearly all flown back.

Well, honey, I’m waiting for the parcel & I know I’ll enjoy it when it comes. How are you feeling & does it show yet? Won’t be long now, will it? I wish to God I were there with you, but no can do. Make sure you see a doctor well ahead of time & make your arrangements.

All my love, dear, & don’t worry about me.

Your own Frank

xxxx