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We Don’t Get Any Mail

Posted by on March 31, 2017

June 15, 1945. Stanley writes what will turn out to be his last letter from England. The air base at Deenethorpe is starting to empty out of GIs and airmen, and Stanley’s workload has decreased to almost nothing. He mentions that he is just getting over a cold and that the “effects of the cold …have improved very much in the last couple of days. I guess getting in a lot of sack time also helped get rid of the cold”. As far as the weather, it is a typical cold British late spring day. “It is cloudy outside and a little windy, I can expect the rain any time.” Stanley goes on to specify that the day before was “the only day in about two weeks that it didn’t rain at all.”

He continues, “Now that my work is completed I have more extra time to get in sack time. Every afternoon I come to work to see if anything new came up, and if not I go back to the barracks and take a nice long nap for a couple of hours till it is time for supper.  It is morning right now and I am typing this letter at work. Nobody is up here except myself. At least I won’t have anybody bothering me while I am typing this letter.”

He writes that he also wrote a letter to a friend back home as well as “one to the folks.” He indicates that mail service has all but been halted to Deenethorpe stating that “It is no use for them to write me as I won’t get the mail till I probably hit the States as the mail is held up somewhere in the States from the way I can figure it out. …I have just about caught up on all of my correspondence and since we don’t get any mail it’s no use for anyone to write us.”

With the US Army Air Corps taking their leave of the base, the locals are starting to move in, as Stanley reports, “The other day we had sheep running around the barracks area. One of the fellows tried to catch one of them and bring it into the barracks but no sooner he got near one of them…they ran away. There sure is a lot of them running around on the farm in back of our barracks, even little ones.”

It seems there is very little else happening, so he closes his short letter with “Well I guess I’ll close for a while till the near future, I am looking forward to noon chow as I am hungry already. Well God bless you brother and keep you safe and sound. So long for a while.”

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