WW II Letters Home – Robinson / Marsh Family
From: Pte. A.L. Robinson A4509
No. 1, Plat., H.Q. Coy
Royal Canadian Regiment
Canadian Army Overseas
To: Mrs. Clarence Marsh
Date of letter: February 24, 1943
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Postmark: Field Post Office, B Company, The Royal Canadian Regiment, C.A.S.F., 25 Feb 1943 To: Mrs. Clarence Marsh, Dresden, Ontario, Canada
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“Keep in touch with the folks at home”
The Salvation Army
On Active Service with the Canadian Forces
A Merry Christmas and A Happy New Year….
Wednesday, Feb 24/43
Dear Sister,
Well, here it is 6:30 o’clock in the morning, evening to us as we work all night and sleep in the day time. I had breakfast at seven last night, dinner at 12:30 and supper at 5:30 this morning, so I am soon going to bed to see if I can get a good “nights” sleep. Excuse the writing paper as it is all I could get a hold of. I tried to buy a writing pad and couldn’t get any yesterday. I wrote to Olive last night just before breakfast time. So, I thought I had better get busy and answer yours as I had two of them here. You said in one of them that Roy was behind the dining room stove having a beauty sleep. Tell him that I said he needs lot of that alright, but that he better get doing a few exercises and a bit of work or he is going to grow old, fat and ugly and then Mary Belle won’t have anything to do with him. Well, I suppose it won’t be long now until Jimmy and Jean will be getting hitched, if they don’t send Jim over here first. I wonder what Jennie does now that her “little” boy has gone.
I’ll bet that you made a chocolate cake yesterday, you know the kind with the “gooey” icing. I believe I could smell it cooking, you know I believe I have got a pretty good nose. Shirlie sent me a picture of the baby which I got just the other day. Gee, he is cute too (looks a lot like myself I think).
Well, I guess I had better sign off and go to bed, not that I need my beauty sleep like Roy does. Tell Helen not to flirt with Buster too much and tell Clarence to save a cotton tail or two for me. Write soon.
Love to all, Allan