BROMBOROUGH…March  25th.  1943

Dearest one,
Another very busy day, and a worrying one, trying to sort this chaotic stores. The Major is very worried, with reason, as a Court of Inquiry, and a Court Martial loom ahead. We have reduced the deficit a little. But I am on arms and ammunition now, and its chaos again. We have a surplus of rifles, but that’s as bad as a deficit. Allan joins me tomorrow on the Audit Board and we plod on, accuracy and fact being our only tokens.

I rang you half an hour ago. I’ve just written to Mother and Auntie Edie. I’ll be eager to hear the result of your phone talk with her. 4420 Is the number, Palmers Green the exchange. Did you know?

D.A.D.Tn is Deputy Assistant Director of Transportation, I couldn’t be one, not clever enough.

The Colonel has invited the O.C. and me for tennis on Saturday afternoon !And little does he know the work we have to do !

Had the disagreeable job this evening of telling a man his wife has died today and getting him off on leave. He was doing Detention, too. Shook the poor lad and I hated it. Did the best I could to make him take it well.  The jobs we have to do. Oh, Mrs. Corporal White, to whom I wrote, has had a son. Very ill though and says she hopes that kind officers wife has good luck and not the awful time she had. The poor girl hasn’t your terrific good health and careful preparation.    You will be all right ? St. Anthony will help ?

So heshe is morseing, you wicked storyteller. I bet they don’t know morse, not well enough, at that age. How long after they are born is it before their eyes open ? Do you bathe them with milk and water to help them open ?

 I must write a script for Mrs. Matthews in spite of every- thing.  Oh dear.

So my love my love and we’ll be together. It is all very confusing just now, with leave and this flying visit and you and the court martial and everything.  But you are constant.

Bless you my darling.
ever your rather harassed but very devoted husband.