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Sunday, January 4, 2015

2 Jan. 1945 (Tuesday)

Dearest Kitten:
How’s the most wonderful wife in the world? Fine, I hope, because your husband is feeling fine right now.
I do not know how long this letter will be as I have to take off to town with the Captain. We are buying an ice cream and ice maker for the company.
You are fortunate that the sewing machine company are good enough to loan you a machine until your other is ready.
We are having a hail storm right now. Ten minutes ago I was sweating my eye teeth out and just as I started this letter it cooled down quickly, and started raining and hailing. Some of the hail are as big as marbles and I am not kidding. The way that the weather has been, it is a mystery to me how hail could ever be formed. Australia is funny like that, it is a country of opposites.
You failed to tell me how our account was made out, so I am taking a chance and having it made out to the account of Robert J. Lemire & Irene A. Lemire. That is the Class E allotment. If it is wrong let me know immediately.
The belt that I sent to you for Xmas will go good with your sweaters & skirts. You should be all fixed for coin jewelry with the coin earrings in the other box. The piece of wood with the string attached is supposed to ward off evil spirits. By swinging around over your head it will make a noise which is supposed to be the voice of all evil spirits and warns them away from the person in the center. It is a belief of the aboriginals of Australia.
What is Tess waiting for? Hope it’s twins.
When you find out Norman’s overseas address, let me know so that I may be able to look him up. I could go for a talk with someone from home right now.
What a night that was, the Xmas eve that we trimmed the tree at home. I doubt if I will ever forget that night.
Bobby is too good natured, that is why he is always getting beat up. There will come a time when he will get sick of taking the worst of it and will he go to town then.
Sorry to disappoint you but I used to like to see my brother fight, so I used to go around looking for more trouble than I could handle just to make him get into it.
The less said about the way I felt over Xmas the better off I will be. I know exactly how you felt and there is only one thing to do and that is to pray that this mess will be over as soon as possible.
Sorry about the cigarettes, but it is impossible for me to send any home. They would not let them go through the mail. The Army utilizes a lot of valuable space to ship cigarettes to the men over here and it would not be cricket to turn around and send them home again.
Of course I do not mind you sending dad a card with the pictures. I sent him a Xmas V-mail myself. As yet I did not hear from him over Xmas but at least my conscience is clear.
Mother is certainly going to town. I am glad for her. She has had so much trouble that I am happy to see her get a few of the things that she never received when she was younger.
Maybe the new landlord will really fix the house up. It would be nice to have the ground floor.
Enclosed are some pictures that I told you about.
The two of myself dressed up were taken by my commanding officer with his camera and I used his camera for the other pictures a few days later. The four Lts are Officers in the company who happened to be in the orderly room that Sunday morning.
Sgt. Ryan is one of my platoon sgts. and he was suffering from a hangover and refused to be serious. He was trying to kiss me in the picture of the two of us. I was moving into position when they snapped the one of myself.
Sgt. Nicholson is my supply sgt. and T/4 Pound used to be the Company clerk. Pound used to sleep right across from me, but has been moved to a different barracks. Sgt. Nicholson sleeps right next to me.
T/5 Parson Hill is second in command of the supply room and is a natural comedian. He loves to drink and the more he drinks the funnier he gets. Everybody in Brisbane knows and loves him. I have yet to hear him swear, drunk or sober.
When he goes to town, he invariably gets slightly to completely high and on the way back to camp on the tram he either holds an auction with stolen fruit, holds a balloon ascension, or gives a sermon on the evils of alcohol. The people who live out this way look for him on the tram because he is so comical and no one can get mad at him.
One night he was holding a quiz contest when I was on the same team. He would walk up to someone and ask what their name was. When they answered he would shout, that’s right, you are the winner of one rosy red apple, and he had a bag full of apples. All kinds of questions like that. He spotted a woman with a gold tooth and told her she was a winner for having a gold tooth. It is hard to convey just how funny he is.
Well Sweetheart, I did well but I must close. You have all my love so guard it well until I return.
Regards to everyone and kiss the babies for me. I love you Kitten.
On the back of some of the prints are the number of prints that I want back with the original with the censors stamp.
Your Loving Devoted & Faithful Husband,

Bob

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