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Alan our letters are censored by our Officer here and I am finding it hard to write to you, because I know the Officers criticise the girls and I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of having anything on me. I am posting this in Brisbane, we have two days this week end. Alan whenever I go to South Brisbane station and look across to that hotel where we stood and talked on our last night together it leaves me with a vacant feeling. The memory of those last few days will forever be as clear as if it were only yesterday. The Saturday night you walked in unexpectedly in your tropical uniform you looked marvellous, I am proud of you.
Little Ian is lovely Alan, I bathed him a copuple of times while I was on leave, he loves his bath. Cries when you take him out, he splashes with his little feet and hands. May is slighter than ever now, but still has a lovely figure, she misses Jeff, although baby helps to keep her occupied.
I rang Mum from here on Monday night, I hadn't received a letter for a few days and was worried. I could hardly hear her, she was asking after your feet, Mum is sure you will be home any time now, she worries over you as much as I do.
P.O. Iyatt's brother is in Moresby, there were three boys, Arthur, the one I knew is now down south somewhere. If you still wish to write to him I will get his address for you, it won't be much trouble.
I knew about H. Jesser, Rouna told me. I know somebody else who deserves something too, I am pleased to hear he is with you again.
Ken Gardiner isn't home yet to my knowledge, he has been gone a long time too.
I will go up home over the week-end. I haven't seen your people for some time but Mum has. Xmas wan't like
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