June 3^rd, 1940

Darling,

I didn’t expect to be writing from here again, but rumor has it that we leave tomorrow and then wherever the regiment reconstitutes itself, we expect to get some leave from. Dearest heart, how I’m longing to see you again. Aren’t the summer fashions smashing (I’ve studied them from afar)! Are you shortening your summer frocks to show our lovely knees again? Don’t forget how proud I am of them.

The mayor and people of Exeter are treating us (it’s the papers’ fault) like heroes, with free cinema shows and concerts and travel on the buses. It’s all wrong. How I wish I’d got you here with me to enjoy it all. If I’d known that we were going to be here so long, I’d have insisted that you came down.

Well, darling, I won’t write any…

….more now. Give Jill a big hug from her Daddy and Darling, by the way, this leave may be very short. Do you think that mother would have Jill for two or three days? I do so need you all to myself. I long to feel your heart beat close to mine again, darling.

Yours own,
Kenneth

PS: Give Wyn my love and best wishes to Dickie.