Air Letter No 4
4.11.44
Dear Mum,
I have just finished packing up a few parcels to send home. One is for Jr. one for Betty & one for yourself. I don’t know if Betty has moved to Macksville yet so I’m posting them all to Cremorne. When I was addressing them I put your name on the wrong one so there is two addressed to you but the one labelled underwear is for Betty & the one with table linen & stockings is for you. In your parcel there is also a few mosaic brooches.
I didn’t know who to send them to so you can pick out what you want & give Bet the rest. I’m not sure but I have an idea that the stockings may be a bit small.
The parcel for Master Graham Bird contains a small fluffy elephant for him to throw out of his pram.
I don’t think the parcels will be there by Christmas but they should be there shortly after.
When I arrived back from Florence last night your air letter No. 3 was here for me. I’m sorry I haven’t been writing much the last six months but somehow I just can’t settle down to writing at all. It’s not only me either. I don’t think there is more than half a dozen fellows in the squadron who can settle down to it. I think it’s just because everyone is so fed up with this place & don’t look like getting home for some time yet.
Florence is rather a nice place but most of the buildings along the river have been reduced to rubble by Jerry shell-fire. It’s the best city we have been in to date for organisation for troops. There is a club of some sort in almost every street. The A.C.F. have a beautiful hotel near the river & a club room nearby.
In the club room there are billiards & ping-pong tables, reading & writing rooms. The woman in charge of the place is an Australian who has lived in Italy for the last eight years. She came over here with her son who took a music degree at Milan & owing to the war they could not get home again.
Th weather has not been the best for the last few days but as yet we have not had any more snow although I don’t think it will be long before we see some of it.
We shouldn’t be as cold as we were last winter because we have moved into billets in a nearby town. We are not living in any mansion but it is a lot better than a tent & we are not walking around in mud up to our knees.
There are three picture theatres & an opera house in the town & the programmes change twice a week so we are not stuck for anywhere to go of a night.
Well, Mum, I’m afraid that’s all for this time & although I would like to be able to write again soon I can’t promise.
Much love to Dad, Bet, Leo & Graham.
Frank
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