Twenty-ninth of January, 1945. My dearest one. I've just heard the news that all the army men who were held POW are to return to their homes.
Because of the shipping situation we may not commence to go before the end of February.
But can probably count on being in England sometime in March.
It may be sooner. It has made me very warm inside. It is terrific Wonderful, Shattering.
I don't know what to say, and I cannot think.
The delay is nothing. The decision is everything.
I must spend the first days at home. I must consider giving a party somewhere.
Above all, I must be with you. I must warm you, surround you, love you and be kind to you.
I would prefer not to get married but want you to agree on the point. In battle, I was afraid for you, for my mother, for myself.
Wait we must my lover, my darling. Let us meet. Let us be, let us know, but do not let us now make any mistakes.
