Sitting up in bed, raising h after my nursie
What a funny desease I must have. Yesterday I felt in the dump. To-day I haven’t a pain or an ache. I suppose I should touch wood.
The heart specialist says that I am true with attacks now. The one two days ago was not severe – or I am stronger now, and snapping out of it faster.
Anyhow am I fed up. Now that I know my future I want to get out of here, and go home.
Tomorrow the last day of the year. Where are you all going for New Year.
Hope you have a good time and enjoy yourself a bit. Gee but mail is slow coming from you. I have had two letters from Junie, she’s the life saver and none from you for one month.
How about it Ma, are all yours feeding the fishes. I guess so.
I expect to get up soon. I think once up I’ll stay up.
Now to wish you a Happy New Year, and the next one we’ll be together. Two is enough to be away.
Lots of love
A letter a day
Welcome! This site posts the Second World War letters of Brigadier Edmond Blais to his wife Laurette. One letter will be posted every day, in chronological order. The letters begin with then-Major Blais' Atlantic crossing in December, 1939.
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