WW II Letters Home – Marsh / Robinson Family
From: Pte. A.L. Robinson A4509
No. 6 Coy, No. 1 C.S.R.U., Canadian Army Overseas
To: Mrs. Clarence (Margaret) Marsh
Date of letter: July 30, 1942
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Postmark: No. 1 Cdn. Sigs. Rein. Unit Post Office, 31 Jul 1942, F.P.O. – S.C. 12 To: Mrs. Clarence Marsh, Dresden, Ontario, Canada
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July 30, 1942
Dear Sis:
Well, I received your most welcome letter the other day so I thought I had better answer it. I was glad to hear that you are all well. I am feeling fine myself. I was also glad to hear that Dad is getting along fine and that Laura got my letter in time to get him something from me for Father’s Day. I almost fainted when I read in your letter that Ila Smith was married. I thought that she was going to be an old maid all her life.
I haven’t been writing many letters lately as I have been pretty busy. I have been doing quite a bit of night work. In fact, about the only time I get out of camp is on Sundays when I always go for a nice walk. As for the women over here don’t even ask me about them.
Tell Olive I asked how her and all of her Boy Friends are getting along and tell Helen not to flirt too much with Buster Ward. You can tell Laura that I am kind of disgusted with her. I wrote and asked her to send me a little money so I could have a little extra to go on leave with but she refused to send it. I dropped my watch the other day. The band broke on it and it is costing me around fifteen shilling to get it fixed and with all the other little odds and ends that I have to buy I have got to put my leave off for a couple of months, I guess, until I get enough saved up to go on it. When I tell her to get something for Dad or anything like that I got an idea that she is paying for it herself and I don’t like that as you have all done enough for me already without paying for presents that I want to buy for some one. Tell Clarence that I am not learning much about shooting where I am at but when I get back I might be able to tell you what all those little dots and dashes you hear on your radio at times is all about. Surely Jennie’s little boy isn’t going to join the Air Force, is he? Some of those big bad fellows might pick on him.
Well, it is time for lights out so keep on eating your five meals a day and have a pot of tea ready for me when I get back.
Hoping to hear from you soon.
Love to all, Allan
