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Please excuse paper my pad has run out darling xxxx.

Brittania Street,
Manly,
17th Oct, 1943.

My Own Darling,

It is Sunday night, has been raining all day, been very miserable, & I have been feeling low. I miss you a terrible lot Alan, if you only knew how much I wanted you to-day. To make things more miserable the most dreadful thoughts have been flashing through my mind. You know I havn't received a letter from you for days on end & I am really worried about you, if anything should happen to you darling I would be ever so bitter. It is so unfair you having to go back up there after being there thre years, it is a great war for some people, namely those army men sitting back in their padded chairs down here & letting the others do all the work for them. I have read articles in the "Truth", mothers & wives writing in complaining because there son & husbands have been in New Guinea, 18 months, I don't know what they will be doing when they spend three to four years there.

I read our astrology in "Truth" to-day, according to the stars my darling this is supposed to be a lucky month for both of us. I guess you don't believe in that, still it gives one a little hope sometimes.

Last night I went down to the Strand with

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