Sent by:2048023 Gnr A W Cripps
Sent to:Pat Cripps
"Where my heart used to be is an ache that the Medical Officer won't be able to cure - you are the only one who can do that, Angel"
My dad was in the Royal Artillery joining up in 1938 at the age of 18.
I have a box full of letters written by my parents to each other through the war. I have a few dated 1943 right through to 1946.
My mum and dad were married on Christmas day 1944 in North London. My dad was out in the far east in Burma and India, coming home I think in the Feb/March of 1946. Some, unfortunately, are not dated so it’s been hard to get them in some sort of chronological order.
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12 November
My Darling
Here I am again with a few lines to let you know that I am quite well and missing you a lot and days seem to be dragging along and instead of being just over a month since I saw you it seems to be years in fact I found myself wondering last night if you looked any different to when I last saw you. I would not have thought it possible that I could miss any one so much, where my heart used to be is an ache that the Medical Officer wont be able to cure - you are the only one who can do that, Angel. I would give a fortune just to hear your voice and to feel your arms round my neck again.
The mail is very irregular out here. Pat, it is a week now since any came into the camp. I hope you are getting my letters regularly. I am certainly looking forward to yours.
How are your Mother and Father getting on Darling. I hope your Father's back is better now. What about you Angel. I certainly hope you are keeping well. I expect it is getting cold now in England so take care of your back Darling wont you. I will close now my Angel so cheerio all my love to the sweetest little girl in the world.
Your loving husband
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