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30 September 1941 (Production)
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5 pages of textual records
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Item is a letter from C. Anthony Law to Jane Shaw (later Jane Shaw Law). The letter was censored, and several words have been cut out of the letter. A transcription reads:
30-9-41
M.T.B. 48
c/o G.P.O.
London
My dear Jane,
Many moons have passed since I last wrote to you. We have been so busy, [CENSORED]. Looking for the big bad Wolfe. Most of our time at night is spent sitting on the [CENSORED], waiting for nice big fat ships to sink. I must sound very cruel, and hard-hearted. Yes I am a little. I don’t like [uncertain?] as much as I probably should.Jane I do miss you. When I go ashore, I wish you were with me. We would probably have a glorious time together. England has some lovely little bright spots were one can really enjoy themselves. London is very nice, marvellous old buildings. Lovely gay restaurants and [OBSCURED] music Halls, but then you get tired of [OBSUCRED] that. A life so full of drinking and amusement soon fade [sic] from one’s outlook. You seek something more, [something meaningful?], something sincere. England’s beautiful country is to me a glorious happy scene with its quaint small villages full of the past. The people are still live [sic] in those days. They haven’t changed. The village pub, with its character sitting around drinking. Telling the latest gossip. They still live a happy life. Its simple to some, but to others it couldn’t be traded for all the wealth in the world.
But North America has something which is probably glorious, and can’t ever be compared with this old and historical world. North America has a new soul. A soul which lives in the present and future. With new ideas to improve mankind, and forget wars, and teach the people a peaceful out look [sic] on their neighbour. To help them. Not to fight them. I close this article which has taken so much place [?], and hope you don’t think I am to [sic] much of a bore, with my silly words.
Jane, I love you, and get very lonesome from [sic, for] your company. We always enjoyed life together, and I was so happy and how I [wish?] back on those lovely peaceful days. We always get on so well with each other. You know something all the times we were together we never had a fight, I use to pull your by [?], but never meant it.
Give your father and mother my very best.
Heaps of love and Kisses
From your loving Tony.
P.S. Thanks so much for all your kind little letters.