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25 DECEMBER 1941Letters written by Bruce Sanders of the 2/3 Pioneer Battalion , 2nd AIF to his family in Sydney during World War II.DECEMBER 25 1941
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NX27395 Sanders B. Sgt. B. Coy. 2/3 Pioneer Bn. A.I.F ABROAD. 25/12/1941 Dear Dad & Mum, Christmas Day & its been raining since Sunday evening. I was lucky enough to get a good night’s sleep in last night & then this morning we were flooded & the tent nearly collapsed, the lights in the mess hut went & the wireless with them. The A.I.F. announcer was just saying,” its Anyhow, we’ve prospects of a good dinner so that will warm us up , the boys all received a hamper & it is quite a good one, peaches & cream, choc, toothpaste & brush, pudding, boot polish & other small presents. No mail has arrived this week so we are hoping for some. I suppose the planes go by a longer route now. Did I thank Bet & Vera for their postcards? Our crowd were on guard on Tuesday night & I only left the guardhouse once during the night & sure enough, over I went in a slippery patch. You should see my uniform. Some chaps went right into slit trenches, they were in a mess as most of them were full of muddy water. Just now, there is thunder, lightning, hailstones. Its terrific. I should hate to be out on bivouac in this. The boys in I went to the cinema with Bob on Saturday, he is quite well & had a letter from Vera last week. Peculiarly enough, the “ Great Dictator” was showing on Tuesday night, you remember I saw it with Mum at the Plaza last Christmas Eve. Our mess looks quite homely under the circums, some green bushes for decoration & if I am not mistaken, sweets on the table, a rare sight. One of the worst points with this country, is the shortage of wood, most floors are of concrete & that is not too warm. Oil is used quite a lot as fuel in various ways, it gives us a hot shower most evenings. The country is free from trees for miles, the orange groves are the only places where they grow. We were out on a hike, the other day and came across a farmer, sowing his seed in the old fashioned way, just casting it from a bowl, then we passed two shepherds , just boys, playing a weird flute, one feels in an old world when out in the hills with no signs of civilisation, just these primitive people. I sometimes wonder what they think of us, I had a chat with the guide in Well, dinner is over & it was excellent, turkey & all the trimmings, the O.C. came in & all our Company Sgts had a drink to the occasion. I had a game of League on Sunday, it is a good way to fill in time, the boys are all keen on a game & we have some fun. Well, I guess I had better close, so cheerio & I hope you are all well, love to everyone, Lots of love, Bruce. { Last Page } { Page 1 of 7 } { Next Page } |
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