Love Letters from a Desert Rat E-Book

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Beschreibung

When Liz Macintyre's mother died she found a collection of 300 letters from her father Alex, spanning his service in Italy and Egypt in the Second World War. His career began in 1940 sailing down the west coast of Africa, then up to Egypt, and the next few years were spent chasing Rommel and the Afrika Corps all over North Africa. By 1943 he was in mainland Italy, where he spent the rest of the war. Beautifully written, Alex's letters offer an intimate account of war from a regular 'desert rat' and cover such daily matters as football, insects and sandstorms alongside accounts of survival in the Italian mountains, escape during the retreat at Tobruk, and leave in Cairo and Palestine. Nan wrote as many letters to Alex as he wrote to her, but he had a ritual of burning the letters as he went so that he would not have to carry them with him and sadly none have survived. However, Alex's letters often answer her questions point by point so the reader can easily envisage Nan's feelings as well as following Alex's personal account of war.

Leseprobe

Love Letters

from a

Desert Rat

‘Alex and nan’

Love Letters

from a

Desert Rat

‘Alex and nan’

Edited by Liz Macintyre

This book is dedicated to my wonderful family, friends and pupils and to Jeanne and Andy who guided me through difficult days.

Also to my parents, Alex and Nan and all their generation for an inspiring example of quiet courage.

When this war is over, it will be enough for a man to say, ‘I marched and fought with the Desert Army.’

Winston Churchill, speech to the men of the 8th Army Tripoli, January, 1943

For the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you or me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life and rest in unvisited tombs.

George EliotMiddlemarch, 1871

First published 2008

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CONTENTS

Map

Introduction

1940

Romance – journey to war – new surroundings – marriage proposal – Nan’s reply

1941

News of embarkation – brief reunion in Glasgow – Durban, South Africa – first impressions of Cairo – hospital, leg trouble – wedding anniversary – sandstorm

1942

His ‘wee fire’ – being a ‘Desert Rat’ – foot rot – leave in Cairo – sandfly fever – leave to Jerusalem and Palestine – ‘Tale of Woe’, Tobruk story – change of work, now a Gunner – story of his Christmas and the 276 Battery

1943

Back to the desert – the ‘angry’ letter – rumours of home leave – end of land fighting, North Africa – not coming home – trip to Tunis and Carthage – story of westward attack, Egypt to Tunisia – August, Central Mediterranean Forces (Sicily) – stage debut – October in Italy – turkey meal – bandaged hands – wedding anniversary – Xmas day boss, Captain Macintyre!

1944

Electric light! – trip to Bari – hospital and another leg operation – Rome trip – disbanding of the 276 Battery – Pompeii – posted to new unit – radio course – rumours of leave – wedding anniversary

1945

‘Our wee corner’ at home – Florence trips – teeth trouble – news of a boat, perhaps! – back to lorries – Venice/war in Europe over – his papers arrive – at Rome – at ‘X’ Special Transit Camp, Naples

Postscript

MAP

Alex’s travels with the 8th Army.

INTRODUCTION

Seventy years ago, in the Albert Ballroom in Glasgow, Alex Macintyre met Nan Smith. Nan had recently returned from a holiday to Bangor, Northern Ireland. Dancing every evening, her feet were in great need of a rest and in fact she was only at the Albert to chaperone her younger sister. When Alex asked her to dance she explained, ‘No – sore feet’. He didn’t take this as the final answer and asked again. Nan, by now fired-up and with plenty of fighting spirit, relented and they danced together for the first time.

At the end of the evening Alex offered to walk her to the bus stop, and from then on she was his girl.

They were two young Scots people – a lather in the building trade and a shoe shop saleswoman – both in their twenties – planning some day to marry and settle down in a very ordinary way. But this was 1938 and their lives were determined by events far beyond their control. By 1939 and the outbreak of the Second World War, this young couple in love faced up to partings and even sorrow – the ‘toil and tears’ promised to the British people by Winston Churchill.

In 1998, sixty years after the Albert Ballroom meeting, my wonderful mum, Nan, died. She had told me to ‘Look after your Dad’s things’, so I lifted down the small suitcase and the box of letters stored at the back of the wardrobe.

I decided to write Alex and Nan’s life story for my own family. I wrote down details about Alex as Nan had told them to me – his Glasgow childhood, his drunken father, his career as a wartime driver and mechanic. She had spoken about all his hobbies – the photographer who spent hours in his own wee darkroom in our flat – his project to build a TV set over many months in our small kitchen. Most bizarre to my mind was his scheme to breed canaries! He had even gone so far as to build nesting cages in their bedroom before the scheme was abandoned. Even Nan had her limit.

I knew they had been married in December 1940, just before Alex left to fight in the Second World War. She briefly mentioned that he had been with the 8th Army all through the desert campaign, Sicily and Italy, but little more. This was the missing part of my Dad’s life story.

Liz Macintyre.

So for the first time, I read the wartime letters of Alex, my Dad of whom I had no memories, and they immediately captured my heart. I began to transcribe the letters to computer for others to read. This became ‘Mum’s Book’ – the idea of bringing Alex’s remarkably well-written letters to a wider readership.

This is the family story behind Love Letters from a Desert Rat: ‘Alex and Nan’. The story is told as Alex saw it at the time. These are his own words.

Enjoy.

Liz Macintyre, 2008www.lizmacintyre.co.uk

Certain views expressed by Alex are of their time and these have been retained in the book. They are opinions expressed during wartime when he saw the best and worst of humanity.

1940

Romance – journey to war – new surroundings – marriage proposal – Nan’s reply

3 September 1939: Britain and Frawce declare war on Germany

January 1940: Food rationing introduced

Spring 1940

‘The Stagger Inn’

Leeming RAF Station, Yorkshire

My dear Nan,

In the first place I must apologise for my first note. I have managed to buy some ink since then and it does make a difference. I can spell better.

Well Nan, we are getting on pretty well with the job down here, so good in fact that there is a man going home tomorrow. He will post this letter for me in Glasgow. So far I have not received any reply from you, but I should like you to reply to this little letter. You see Nan it is very lonely down here, miles from anywhere and I am writing this sitting in a small hut on the moors, with the aid of a paraffin lamp. I am being left in peace to write this for once.

You will have noticed that I am no letter writer. I just can’t put on paper all the things I should like to. The only gift I seem to have is that of the GAB.

I am keeping well and I hope you are too.

You have no fear of me breaking my promise as I look on you as my girl and am looking forward to being home and seeing you again (believe it or not).

How are you enjoying the blackout?

Well goodnight Nan.

Yours faithfully,

Alex

May 1940: Churchill becomes British Prime Minister – German armies enter France

June 1940: Rapid German advance through France and around 320,000 British and French troops are evacuated from the Dunkirk beaches, northern France, back to the UK. Italy, led by Benito Mussolini, declares war against France and Britain

22 June 1940: France surrenders to Germany

July/August 1940: German bombing on towns and cities – the Battle of Britain

Enrolled at Arbroath, 12 September 1940

Roswallie Reception Station, Forfar

16 September 1940

My dear Nan,

Here I am again, with a little more news this time.

Well, I have arrived and had my first day, also all my kit. Here it is: 2 pairs boots, 3 shirts, 2 uniforms, coat, 2 gym suits, 3 pairs socks, razor, soap and a lot of brushes etc.

The food is pretty heavy but quite good. We are sleeping in an old mill, on the floor of course, and here’s a bit of news I have just got: All leave has been cancelled.

How am I getting on? Well I think I’ll better stop meantime.

Please turn over I’ve started again.

The first month up here is spent in drilling and PT, also rifle drill. As far as I understand we don’t get any driving until after the first month is past. We rise at 6 a.m. every morning including Sunday. Have to get downstairs, be washed, shaved etc. and get back up to make our beds, and back down again for breakfast at 6.45.

After that, we have the Barrack room to brush out, rifles to clean and polish our own buttons etc. and down for parade at 8.10, fully dressed including puttees. After that, the day’s work begins. (Ha ha.)

Well Nan, I’m in the Army now and it really isn’t too bad. The life is pretty rough but I’ve had worse. Did you go near Mother in Glasgow or Hamilton? Write and let me know, as Mother is not much of a writer. She can’t put it all down on paper. As you know, that seems to be a hereditary trait in the Macintyre family, although you must admit I’m doing not too bad so far with this letter (do I fancy myself?)

Now I come to the most important part of my letter and it is a confession: Nan, I’m broke. I came up with what I thought was sufficient, but I made a mistake. I never expected that I would have so many things to buy, certainly they are small things, but they add up to quite a lot. Dusters, boot polish and speaking of polish, I go through about two tins a week. The old Army game of ‘Polish and Spit’. An hour a day is taken up with polishing boots. Oh! And just when I remember, don’t think I am hinting for polish Nan, because by the time postage is paid it is cheaper and safer to buy 1 tin up here at a time.

___Now to get back to the money business. I wonder if you could send me up 10/-? I just want 10/- not £10 and just for this first week. I am asking you to do this as you have more experience of this type of thing than Mother. That’s that.

Now for yourself. How are you keeping Nan? Is the chin still up? How are all the Smith family? Did you get any reply to the letter to McDonald’s? And another thing, do you know anybody close to you who has a phone? Some of the chaps phoned their girls on Saturday night and I was quite jealous. I could get out to a phone after 7.30 at night if you could let me know a number.

That’s all my news meantime so cheerio and God bless you.

Yours always,

Alex

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21 September 1940

My dear Nan,

Here I am again. Well I must say I enjoyed that phone conversation. It was a real break.

Well, I think I am beginning to get used to this kind of life – that is to say if you can call it life.

My own section are quite a decent lot of chaps, but the administration is the worst out from the Lt. Colonel right down. These men are here just to train recruits. They are all Englishmen and talk about swank. One of them got a sore face coming back from a dance one night and as he can’t identify anybody he is making everybody suffer.

Still, enough of this mournful talk. Just you wait until I am an Officer myself (ha ha).

And how are you keeping now Nan, and all our friends?

We are CB (confined to barracks) this weekend, the result of the second injection. I am feeling sore myself just now but I can take it. (Oh yeah?)

Well Nan, sometimes I get depressed but when I do I just think of you, and my spirit rises again. When I do get these moods, it’s the thought of you that keeps me going.

By the way Nan, how is my letter writing progressing? Any improvement?

I suppose I must finish off this letter now and get some more work done. Get my bed made etc.

Whatever happens, keep your chin up.

Yours always,

Alex

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September 1940: Italian Army attacks British-controlled Egypt to gain control of the Suez Canal. British forces drive the Italians back and advance into Libya

4 October 1940

My dear Nan,

This is just a wee note to let you know that I have not forgotten you. The reason that I haven’t written sooner is because I am writing this in bed and the bed is in hospital. I have been here since Tuesday; although the MO (Medical Officer) won’t say what is wrong, he says that I am a very lucky man.

When I arrived here I was put to bed and, believe it or not, my temp. was 103. There is, however, no need to worry as I feel not too bad now. You remember how I was on Sunday? Well, I seemed to get worse instead of better on Monday and reported sick again. I was sent here on Tuesday morning to have my vein attended to, and felt so bad that I passed out when I got here. I have a terrible pain across my chest when I breathe and I also have been very sick. The first thing I got here was just tossed onto a bed and told to stay there.

I am really not ill and could be a lot worse off than I am here.

As soon as I get any more news I’ll let you know, but in the meantime don’t worry and keep your chin up. Everything will turn out for the best.

God bless you and again don’t worry.

All my love,

Alex

7 October 1940

My dear Nan,

The MO has just told me that so far as he knows, he can do no more for me here. He has brought my temp. to normal and expects that I will be fit to travel in a day or two. He says that I will be going to Edinburgh Castle by ambulance on Monday. I think that the first thing I have to get is an X-Ray exam when I arrive at Edinburgh. So far, I am feeling quite well and the only bother I have is the pain in my chest when I take a deep breath.

I am beginning to enjoy this enforced rest. I get all my meals in bed and I fairly enjoy them and I can get all I ask for, within reason of course.

I am the only Scot in this place just now. All the rest are Yorkies and do they complain about the least thing? They want orange juice, mouthwashes, beef tea, Horlicks and goodness knows what else and they get them too. Some of them have been going round these hospitals for months now and having the time of their lives, and they still complain.

Good luck and always keep that chin up.

Yours always,

Alex

Gunner Macintyre

53rd A/A Driver Training Regiment

Dreghorn Camp

Edinburgh

28 October 1940

My dear Nan,

Here I am again and in case you don’t notice I am using a pen. I got your very welcome parcel today and thank you very much. I am hoping to get this letter finished tonight, that is if Jerry allows it. He knows this place is here and is trying hard to get it. He has been over quite often this week night and day, but the bombs have been dropped a good distance away. He did come pretty near one morning and we had to get into the trenches in the wood. This was at 3.30 in the morning and the trenches were about a foot deep in water, and it was coming down heavens hard, so you can guess how it felt.

Here’s some good news. The Weekends have started proper. Four men are going tomorrow and another four men go every weekend from now on. If any one of these men fail to return all leave is stopped and we all suffer.

Good Heavens there’s the bombs again and no warning. I am just going to write on until the lights out. On second thoughts I think I’ll stop just now and continue later on.

Well Nan, the lights are on again. The bombs were far away and I am quite safe.

I may not manage to get to Glasgow on Sunday as I may be on guard at the weekend. I will try and get that present for you tomorrow in Edinburgh and post it. It won’t be much but it will always be a little reminder.

I was on the lorries twice today – the Big 7-ton fellows. I had the wee fellows first, but they were too easy, so they put me on to the Big fellows. They are really massive vehicles but with a little practise I should not find them any way difficult.

Well Nan, I’m afraid I’ll have to finish now and get to bed so goodnight and good luck and ‘Here’s to the next time’.

Meantime cheerio,

Alex

PS Give all the family my regards and all your friends who are my friends.

Dreghorn Camp

8 November 1940

My dear Nan,

Well Nan I arrived back OK and in the middle of another warning. We had some night on Monday, a right big raid which lasted 4 hours with plenty of fireworks.

We had some more equipment issued today. All the full pack including water bottle etc. All the canvas has been treated with anti-gas preparation and therefore we must not Blanco them, neither must we polish any buckles as they would reflect light and be seen by the enemy. Thank goodness that’s something we can keep dirty!

The weather here is still the same (raining). I would have written last night but as you have just seen old Jerry said NO. He really seems to be after the ships in the Forth. The Hood etc. Jerry certainly got some welcome last night.

Here’s something else. Tell Freddie that I have had 5 shaves from one of his type of blades.

Well, I’m afraid that’s all this time and I’ll just finish by sending my best regards to all the family.

Well Nan if this letter seems short you will understand that it is because I haven’t very much to write about. I think that the main thing is that we have each other, and nothing else really counts. I’d better stop as I am getting too sentimental (ha ha).

Cheerio and God bless you,

Yours always,

Alex

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Dreghorn Camp

12 November 1940

My dear Nan,

Thanks very much for the surprise parcel. ‘You are a one you are.’ I don’t know if you will get this letter before the end of the week or not but I am trying to catch the post. I am afraid that this letter is going to be the same as the last one: very short and to the point.

I’m sorry Nan I’ll have to finish meantime.

This is me back with the rest of the news (joke).

We had a concert by the Royal Artillery Band this afternoon and it was quite good although it was Highbrow. I think that most of the audience was asleep before the finish, but we all woke up when they played the ‘King’ (National Anthem). The Colonel was greatly pleased with, as in his own words, ‘a very attentive audience’. I doubt he must have been sleeping too!

Give all the family my regards and tell them that I am burning the candle at both ends. I don’t think I’ll do myself much harm though, because the candle is very small, isn’t it? (Cheek.)

Well Nan, God bless you.

Cheerio meantime,

Alex

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Nottingham

Marriage proposal

December 1940

My dear Nan,

You will notice that there is no address. I have arrived at Nottingham. We are leaving here again on Wednesday morning for Southend and so far I get 7 days’ leave. This doesn’t seem so good as it seems at first, for at Southend we are being issued with fresh kit for overseas. Frankly the leave I am getting is Embarkation Leave. I can’t tell you where I am going but it is certainly out East and well out too.

I don’t know how this little note seems to you but in any case, don’t let it get you down. Remember the old ‘Chin’. I will send you word from Southend if I am coming home on Friday or Saturday. Could somebody meet me at the Station as I expect I will be carrying full kit? I might need a wee hand.

Well Nan, here’s another thing. If you want to be Mrs Macintyre before I go away you had better make your mind up (ha ha). However Nan, apart from joking, if it would make you happy, and if that is what you want, then let me know when I see you. I will leave it to you. Think it over well, and I will do whatever you say, whether yes or no.

Please don’t make any mistake Nan, because all I want is to see you happy. I don’t think I’ll say any more, I’ll just let you use your own judgement.

Tell the family I was asking for them and keep all my love to yourself.

Cheerio meantime.

Yours always,

Alex

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PS This doesn’t seem much of a love letter Nan, but it is the best I can do, and it really does express my feeling.

Again cheerio and God bless you.

Alex

Southend-on-Sea

December 1940

My dear Nan,

Above is my new address. We only stayed in Nottingham one night and then came to this ‘Ghost Town’. We are billeted in some of the houses which have been left by the owners who were evacuated a while ago. There are streets upon streets of empty houses here, also shops and cinemas etc.

Did you get a surprise at the tone of my last letter Nan? I thought that as we had been speaking before on that subject, I should mention it again. I won’t say any more about it just now as I think one can’t just put down what one wants to say on paper. I know I am giving you rather a large responsibility, but you see Nan, I know you, and I know that you will do what you think is best.

There is one thing I never thought of. Is it possible to do what you may want at such short notice? You see I don’t know the least thing about that business, as you have realised before, and I also think that I have said enough so far about it, as there is no use in talking about what may happen, until you write and tell me what you want Nan.

A rumour has just come in that we are going East for at least 3 years, so it is only fair to tell you in case there may be some truth in it. You see Nan, I am being very fair, and I am not trying to make your mind up for you. Just that we both know how we feel about each other, and that I just want you to be happy. (It has taken me about an hour and a half to get this far) but Nan I just can’t write.

(I’m feeling better now)

Will you let me know Nan what you want so as I can make any necessary arrangements?

Please excuse this unusual scrawl but I am writing a very unusual letter (ha ha).

Well Nan, how are you keeping yourself and how’s the ‘Old Chin’? Have you got that job?

There seems to be so much to ask you and so much to tell you, and yet I can’t get it down in this letter. Perhaps the other business has made me excited eh? Somehow I think it has and I won’t rest until I get your answer. This is the Truth. How is the rest of the family? Well Nan, I’m afraid this will about finish my letter except for my usual goodnight wish.

I love you Nan, and may God bless you and yours.

Goodnight Nan.

Yours always,

Alex

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Nan’s reply

85 Shields Road

Glasgow

16 December 1940

My dear Alex,

Many thanks for your welcome letter, it was waiting for me when I went home at dinner time and was I happy to see your handwriting again. I missed writing to you last week Alex, somehow there’s so much I want to say and I felt before I started into the good work this afternoon I must get a wee letter off to you.

I must say Alex dear I was surprised to hear you were going overseas so soon but well life is full of surprises and we must just ‘put a stout heart to a steep hill’ and as you always say Keep the Chin up. You have managed along well so far and I know with your wee Nanny’s earnest prayer and good wishes you will be successful right through.

Yesterday (Sunday) I had written a wee note to your mother saying I would be out to see them and mother suggested coming with me for company getting home in the blackout, so Alex I was delighted and we both set off about 1.30. Your Uncle was at the window watching for me and your Mum had the door open so Alex don’t say we didn’t get a good welcome. They were delighted to meet mother and Alex you should have heard the tales that were spun. Your mother is so cheery and took to mother right away. We had a wee talk in the bedroom together just your mother and I. Alex, I will never forget the kind words she said to me. No girl could have had a warmer feeling towards anyone than I had yesterday for your mother. I will tell you all about our visit when I see you but no matter what turns up we have both to rest content that she has no worry about either of us and she knows we were meant for each other. I left her feeling heaps brighter.

Well Alex, I must get down to that big answer and responsibility as you call it. Your wee Nanny’s answer is, Yes Alex dear, we have stuck to each other and loved each other dearly in good weather. Why can’t we be good partners in stormy weather? With your love Alex I know I will carry on and keep the home fires burning and you Alex will help the rest of your men to bring the peace and joy we are looking forward to one day sharing, and as far as I can read from the papers the old Italians have had a good whacking.

I hope you don’t mind me taking the liberty of writing to Ewan asking him if he can manage to be our best man. Margaret will be my bridesmaid and already is helping me with anything I suggest. Don’t worry Alex about any excitement, apart from a bit of ragging, I’m sure everything will go through without any fuss. I will do my best to arrange matters but there are some things I will have to see you about and can’t manage until I hear definitely if you are coming. I do hope they allow you time for travelling. I will speak to Mr Munro later about getting a few days off and during these precious hours we will enjoy seeing each other and have a wee time to our two wee selves.

The family at 85 are asking kindly for you and looking forward to seeing you soon.

I am writing this in wee bits between seeing customers so I hope you follow all I say.

Let me know if there’s anything I can do for you here and I am only too pleased to do it. Meantime Alex I will carry on and only hope Ewan can do the necessary. Mother will have a wee cup of tea ready for us on the Night of Nights and I’m sure everything and everybody will get along nicely.

I hope this finds you well Alex. Your wee Nanny is in the pink and has been given a wee bit [of] extra strength to get on with the good work. I will count the days till I see you and no matter what happens keep your usual cheery self and give us that big smile – you know the one I like.

Till then here’s all the best and Nan will love you till the moon turns tartan. Pearl and Jessie are busy dressing the window and making a good job of it too. They send their good wishes.

Cheerio Alex dear. With all my love and a tight hug and kiss.

Yours forever,

NAN

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Alex and Nan married in Glasgow, 20 December 1940

Southend on Sea

25 December 1940

My dear Nan,

Here is your first letter from your husband and my first to my Wee Wife.

Well to start with the train was 5 hours late on getting to London, and I had to stay there all night. Of course, we were taken to a large hostel and given a good bed and a good breakfast. The train didn’t arrive till midnight so it couldn’t get to Southend until about 12 o’clock today. My pass was stamped in London, so I had no trouble at this end.

I’ll send you £24 and that gives you £28. After you pay Fred £25 you should have £3 left to start our house (ha ha) and maybe buy that locket for yourself. I don’t know how the allowance will go this week because of the holiday delay.

We had our Christmas dinner today with the Officers waiting at the tables. Roast Pork with baked spuds and apple stuffing etc., pudding and plenty of Beer. It was all right too. We are all having a holiday today – no Parades etc. so I am taking the chance to get my kit all tidy again. That’s all my news meantime, Nan, except that I will try and catch up on some sleep (crude). I am not there to give you a right goodnight but just wait until the ‘next time’.

Tell everybody that I was asking for them and don’t forget that all my love is for you and you only.

I’ll just close by wishing my ‘Wee Wife’ goodnight and God bless you.

Cheerio meantime.

Your loving husband,

Alex

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PS Do I spell ‘husband’ right?

27 December 1940

My dear Nan,

Thank Margaret and Fred for the surprise parcel they sent me. The scarf is the very thing I needed. I put it on as soon as I opened the parcel.

There is no definite word yet dear of moving. Just the usual rumours. I can tell you one thing though. We have finished with all our issuing of kit etc. All jags and vaccinations have been finished also and we are running around doing practically nothing. Just waiting for something to happen.

How are you keeping Nan, are you taking care of yourself? Nan dear, you have no idea of how much I am missing you. I used to miss you a lot before we were married, but it was nothing compared with what I feel like now. The thought which is in my mind all day is ‘How soon will it be when I see my dear wife again?’ That is exactly how I feel Nan. I know it sounds sloppy but any way there it is. I don’t believe I really loved you until we were married and parted. If I loved you before then Nan, it is 10 times stronger now. I think I’ll better stop now as I am getting too sentimental (ha ha). Never mind Nan, it does me good to say these things sometimes.

I’ll just say Goodnight dear and may God keep you and all your friends safe from harm.

I am keeping well dear, and you have nothing to worry about so far as I am concerned. I may see you sooner than you expect, at least I hope so. (Ha ha.)

Please mind dear [to] remember the ‘Old Chin’. Mine will never go down anyway.

Well dearest again I’ll say goodnight and God bless you. Give my regards to all at 85 and tell Dad to watch his horses as beef is very scarce now (ha ha).

Good night dear.

Yours always,

Alex

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30 December 1940

My dear Nan,

Here I am again and I believe there is some more news this time. First of all we are definitely moving from here very soon, possibly at the beginning of next week. It is rumoured that we are moving to Scotland, namely Kilmarnock. All leave is cancelled at present.

However Nan, there is also a chance of getting leave when we move from this place, and like you I am hoping for the best. Please don’t build up any hopes, dear, on this story, as I wouldn’t like you to be disappointed in any way Nan.

Here is something else Nan. I will be writing as you know fairly regular, but don’t be surprised if my letters suddenly cease. You see Nan, if we don’t get any leave we will not be allowed to write home and tell when we are leaving as that would be giving information away and would perhaps entail extra danger.

What happens is this. We write a letter home and it is collected from us, and they are kept back and not posted until the ship is at least a fortnight away on its journey. So you see dear that if my letters do stop don’t get worried and thinking all sorts of things. You’ll know what has happened won’t you? If there is any way I can get to see you before I leave, I’ll find that way.

Thanks very much, Nan, for replying to my very impudent letter; I think you know the one I mean. But honestly dear I was worried. I don’t mean for myself but for your sake Nan, because I couldn’t think of you going through a thing like that without me being near at hand, and also with home-life facing such a future, as it may be called upon to face in years to come.

Nan dear, this world is mad at present so why should we wish to bring sane life into it: just to go mad with the rest? I know this is not my usual tone in my letters to you dear, but at times I really do become very serious (not often sez you) and this is one of my unusual moods of serious writing. Does this letter not remind you of my first letters to you? Very serious and abrupt?

Nan dear, I am really longing to see you again, if only for a short time, and I am hoping and praying that I will get the opportunity before I go away from this country. (My mood has changed, Nan.) When I go to sleep at night I just say to myself ‘God keep my wee wife safe and well’ and I often wonder how you are looking at that time, who you have been talking to, and what subjects you have been discussing. Sometimes my chin comes down and then I remember the photographer’s remark about keeping the chin up and I just say ‘Alex, practise what you preach’ then turn over and close my eyes. (I’m getting sloppy again.)

That was an awful nice thing you did for Mother, Nan, but I’m not surprised, as it is just what my wife would do. You see it was that fine nature that attracted me from the very beginning and it really made me come to love you.

It was really nice of Freddy to take you to the Panto, and when you told me about it, I remembered our night there last year. Remember how we wanted your Mother and Dad to see the show too? I wish I had been there with you Nan. However, you and I will just have to wait and hope for that time to come again soon, when we will always be together.

I was very pleased to hear that Mother had gone to see you because I wanted you two to be good friends. My Mother and my wife together is my whole life, Nan. You understand don’t you?

How am I doing now at my letter writing – 4 pages already, not bad eh?

Meantime I say Goodnight dear and God bless you. See and keep well and look after yourself because I need you an awful lot now.

We are getting better grub now and not before time too. It has been terrible down here but there was an awful row last week, and it helped a lot. The officers themselves caused it too. How’s the money business coming along Nan?

Tell them all at 85 that I am hoping to see you all again soon.

Goodnight again Nan and God keep you safe.

Yours always,

Alex

Xxxxxxxx

1941

News of embarkation – brief reunion in Glasgow – Durban, South Africa – first impressions of Cairo – hospital, leg trouble – wedding anniversary – sandstorm

Southend-on-Sea

January 1941

My dear Nan,

I’m afraid I will be getting no more leave. To put it down in plain hard facts it looks as if I am going abroad without seeing you again. There is however a chance of seeing each other again and until I am actually on board our ship I will not give up hope.

I love you so much dear and I really am taking the idea very hard. But there is nothing either of us can do about it so I suppose we’ll just have to be brave and patient, to keep our spirits high and hope that our parting is not to be too long and that when we do meet again it will be for ever and that there will be no partings to spoil the happiness that I think we both deserve.

Well dear Nan, so far I have been writing in a very sad strain not in the least like my usual letters, but you understand me and you know that I like to say what I am thinking. I also know that my wife is a very good listener. I know that I am asking a lot from you to be brave dear, and wait for me, but I know that you will do it to the best of your ability.

I thank God every night and ask him to protect you dear from any harm. Perhaps I am selfish because I pray that you are kept safe for me, but God knows that you, Nan, are my whole life and that without you I have no thought of life. To me dear you belong and I belong to you in every way, both in mind and body. You may smile dear but there are times when my thoughts bring a lump to my throat. Right now I believe my heart is as heavy as it has ever been. The last time was when I walked down Shields Road and hadn’t the courage to look up at your window and wave back to you. At that time my heart was very heavy, as the thought of parting was hard, and as then so it is now.

Again the thought of parting and again the sadness. I know that I preach about keeping the chin up but at times like these our emotions are just a wee bit too strong and then when I do think I become rather depressed.

Nan, I don’t want you to get the impression that I am going about in a sad frame of mind. I am the opposite. It is just that I like to tell you all I can and that I love to have my wee chat with you.

I am writing this on Saturday afternoon and I am sitting alone in the Billet. The rest of the chaps have gone out but I made an excuse so I can have my wee talk in private. I was determined to write my wee letter this afternoon.

Well dear I think I’ll say cheerio meantime and may God bless you and keep you safe always.

Nan, always remember that I love you with all my heart.

Yours always,

Alex

January 1941

My dear Nan,

I have some definite news for you. I expect to move from here on Tuesday or Wednesday of this week. The advance party left at 6 o’clock tonight and are going a 12-hour journey by train to the point of embarkation. If all goes well I am going to try and phone you. It seems very funny because if I do phone I will be speaking to you before you get this letter. I know that it will cost a lot of money but I think it is worth it just to talk to each other for a few minutes. Dear Nan I hope I can manage because I am looking forward to it so much.

Honestly, I think leave is out of the question now Nan and I myself am resigned to the fact. I’m afraid, dear wife, that it will be a very long time before we see each other again. I know that I have always been optimistic about this matter up to now Nan but I wanted to sort of prepare you for this hard blow. I am feeling rather dumped myself right now at the thought of a long parting but I console myself with the thought that Nan will be waiting for me when I return, because God will be good to me and keep my dear wife safe and well. The way I feel just now I don’t think I could live without you. You are my whole life Nan because you have given me the greatest happiness I have ever had. This perhaps sounds strange when I think of our parting but then a little sadness can’t dull the happiness and as you said yourself we will always have memories.

Dear Nan, nothing can ever destroy the thoughts of these happy days or the thoughts that they bring to us both. These were the few days in my life when I really lived and for that reason I will never forget them or could I ever forget the happy smile on my dear wife’s face. It may be as I said a long time before we meet again but I will always be thinking of you no matter where I go and you will be the same as you are now, the main thing in my life.

Nan, I think of you all day and everything has just to wait until after I have had my little dream and my little gossip. After I have attended to these things I go and see what can be done about the war.

That is my idea of a joke.

I am going away from here and as far as I know going abroad perhaps for a very long time but come what may remember that your husband loves you and all you stand for – freedom and a home life – and it will be for those things that he will do his job to the best of his ability. Always knowing that his dear wife will be careful and be waiting for him on his return, which we both hope will not be too far away.

Well dear I have come to the end of our wee gossip and will phone tomorrow if possible. If not I will just write again. Meantime cheerio and good luck and as always may God bless you.

Yours always,

Alex

30 January 1941

My dearest Nan,

First of all I am still at Southend-on-Sea, and still can’t say when I will be moving. The rumour is now ‘Next week sometime’.

Nan, I am hoping and praying that I see you at least once more before I go abroad. Nan dear I want you so much too. How I wish all this awful tragedy was finished. Why can’t we be allowed to live our own lives our own way? All I am living for is to return to my home and my dear wife, and the thought of not seeing you, for perhaps a very long time, is about as much as I can bear.

Dear Nan, if anything should happen to you, I’m afraid it would be more than I could stand. Maybe I’d better stop talking like this, as I may get to thinking of the worst instead of looking on the bright side and keeping the Old Chin high. In any case, I wanted so much to let you know how strong my love for you has grown, and how much you mean to your husband. We haven’t been allowed a very long period of married life Nan, but as long as I live I shall never forget our honeymoon at Largs. I always picture you as how happy you were and looked when we walked that day to Fairlie. How pleased you were, when you were pointing out the various places you knew and which were connected with your childish years. Oh Nan, how I long to take you back there again, and how proud I would be, when I walked along the same road again with the girl who means everything to me, a man who is proud to be your husband, Nan.

How I long to hold you in my arms dear, give you a wee pat and say ‘Hello Fat Nannie’ once again. If I could only see that nice smile that you used to give me when I said that. Will you ever forget the twin beds at Largs, Nan? I know I won’t.

Please excuse me not saying anything about your parcel dear but you see I started this letter this morning and have been adding a bit now and then between parades etc. It is now 2 p.m. and I have just received the parcel now. If you excuse me I’ll just see what’s inside (ha ha).

Well, I’ve seen, Nan, and thanks very much again. I must however say something about your parcels dear, and that is don’t send me any more meantime. If I wasn’t here to receive it, I don’t expect I would ever see it. Things go astray in the Army, and as I am now an ‘Old Soldier’, I want to make sure that nothing meant for me goes into the hands of anybody else. I will be quite content with your letters dear, because they tell me all I want to know.

It would be a great day, Nan, when I see you again and I would be quite content if it was only for a little while.

Well Nan how am I doing at writing you a real love letter? I never thought that the day would come when I would put down on paper what I have written. I used to think that any man who wrote a girl letters like this was mad. Well, I suppose I must be a wee bit mad myself now and if it is of any interest to you, I like being this way (ha ha).

Now for some news. I have none. (Ha ha.) I know this news about leave will depress you dear but as you said yourself we will always have memories. I have got to the stage now that I am just taking things as they come, and hoping and praying for the best. My one earnest prayer is that I may see you again soon, and that thought is in my mind day and night. I am getting sentimental again.

You spoke in your letter about food being hard to get in Glasgow. Is it really scarce, Nan? Did you try and get some rations with that old card of mine?

Tell everybody at 85 that I am keeping well and feeling in the pink. Goodnight dear and I will keep praying that I am allowed to see you again before I go abroad. Meantime cheerio and ‘Here’s to the next time’. Remember the Old Chin Nan. God bless you dear wife.

Yours always,

Alex

PS You don’t need to address me as Gunner now just Driver Macintyre A.

Alex’s Diary

12 February

Arrived in the Clyde much to my joy; got off unexpectedly and made for home and wife

13 February

Found Nan very ill and had to have her removed to Victoria Infirmary. Doctor to operate tomorrow

14 February

Went to Infirmary / Nan going to theatre / Have prayed

15 February

Saw Nan again and everything going to be alright. Nothing else matters

16 February

Said goodbye to my folks and to Nan. May God keep them safe till I return

17 February

Left Glasgow at night in convoy

Letter written on ship

25 February 1941

My dear Nan,

My main thought is of your health and I’m just hoping that by now you are home and forgetting all about the Ward 12A business. It will be a long time before I have any word from you Nan and I hope all is well. No pain and no worry and speaking of worry, please don’t worry about me. I know it will be hard but remember we have been very lucky so far. We always have our trust in God and I don’t think we have regrets. Certainly this present madness causes thoughts but even that would not affect our faith.

Now Nan, I can’t tell you where I am at the present time although I have left the country. Frankly, even if I was allowed to do so, I couldn’t because I don’t know! Sounds Irish, doesn’t it?

The food and accommodation are fairly decent and I am feeling fit.

I promise to try and write a longer letter next time but it is very difficult writing a letter to a second person. What I mean is, writing a letter to my wife and knowing that someone else will read it first. However, your letters to meare not censored so you can write in your usual style and I should enjoy them Nan.

Please take care of yourself Nan. Although we may be very far apart, our thoughts are always with each other. We can always see the same sun and moon and when you realise that, we may be saying and thinking the same things at the same time. So it doesn’t seem too bad does it Nan? Perhaps it won’t be long until this madness of war is over with people living their own lives and in peace.

Tell Ewan that I was asking for him. Tell Torchy (Margaret) that she should really think a lot of him. He is worth it all.

God bless you all and remember the ‘Old Chin’.

Yours always, Alex

Xxxxxxxxxx

PS Tell Fred to prepare himself for a hiding at darts!

[Note: Nan had injured herself lifting a pail of sand at work.]

March 1941: ‘Clydebank Blitz’

April 1941: British air-raid casualty figures are over 6,000 killed, nearly 7,000 injured

April 1941: Hitler sends troops to support his Italian ally in ‘North Africa’ – countries of Egypt, Libya and Tunisia

German General Rommel leads his Afrika Corps troops against British forces

From Durban, South Africa

Received May 1941

My dear Nan,

Here I am again. You can rest assured that I am well and feeling fine. I can say that we have made our first call at a port since we left the Old Country. My first sight of the land was very beautiful and reminded me very much of some parts of our own Scotland. We were entertained by the natives with their little boats which to me looked very frail. They came right out to the ship and dived into the water after any money which was thrown to them. The natives really are wonderful in the water. I will even go so far as to say that they are almost as good as myself. (Sez who?)

Before I write any more Nan, perhaps I will better explain why I am only using the one side of the paper. As you will understand, this letter will be examined before posting and any wording which may be thought to give away information will be cut out. If I was unfortunate to have some sentences on both sides, the harmless part would be destroyed along with the part cut out and I want, if possible, my letters to get to you as I write them and as interesting as I can make them. It will be a long time before you get this letter, so the talk of natives etc. will be of things that happened weeks ago and should not be considered dangerous information.

We have crossed the Equator and had our visit from Father Neptune, who held his court on board our ship. Another fine experience for me. The trip was quite interesting. I am sorry it could not have been made under different circumstances.

Are you back at work yet Nan? I suppose you will feel rather strange for a while, but the whole business will just be a memory.

I have often thought how strange it was that I happened to be near at hand when it all happened. It has made me think quite a lot since I left you that night. I still think that it was a blessing in disguise and that I was meant to be there at that particular time. I don’t think I shall ever forget the sight of that white arm waving to me from the Infirmary bed.

Well dear wife, there is so much I could say, but as I already have said, I don’t like the idea.

Where we are would suit you fine Nan, fine and warm. In fact, it is too hot for comfort. I could enjoy a real good fall of snow, believe it or not. Perhaps it may not be very long before I am back enjoying Glasgow weather again. At least I am hoping that it will not be too far distant. As for enjoying Glasgow weather, I mean that. It would be very nice right now. It could be as cold and wet as it liked to be and I would still enjoy it. Seems strange doesn’t it Nan? Still it’s a strange world and at the present time mad also.

I wonder when it is all going to end and when people will realise that there are more things in life than creating instruments of murder and destruction. The earth could be made a beautiful place and the human race have the power to do so. It is my sincere wish that this present madness will end soon, and that good will come out of it. I think that my wish is also that of all decent-minded people.

Are you going to Church yet Nan? What I mean is, are you fit yet? I added that last sentence, because the first one seemed strange by itself. I haven’t been to Church myself since I left Southend. We had services on board ship but somehow or other they seemed out of place and I didn’t go. It didn’t seem to be the correct atmosphere. There was an impression of something lacking, something I can’t just describe.

Well dear Nan, the worst thing to contend with here so far is the heat. Remember the sun at Dunoon? Well, I know now that it was not warm then, just nice and cool, compared with this heat. It is a crime to go without a topee on. Everything is warm, and as for myself I never lost so much sweat before. My body is continually pouring with sweat, even with no clothes on. The drinking water is warm and flat. We are being issued with minerals, lemonade etc. Also quinine and lime juice. Of course, I don’t suppose we will always get them, but I won’t worry until that time comes.

Well Nan dear, this is the end of my letter at last (again says you) and I am quite pleased that I managed to say so much, when I was tied down to so little.

May God always be with you and may he always protect my loved ones that I have left in His care. Above all my Wife, that one person who means everything to me.

Good night dear and ‘Here’s to the next time’.

Your loving husband,

Alex

Xxxxxxxxxxx

PS I’ve forgotten your birthday date again. Please send it again will you Nan?

May 1941

My dear Nan,

We have had four days’ leave at Durban and it is the most beautiful place I have ever seen. The planning is very modern, reminding the visitor very much of advanced American ideas. Transport facilities leave very little to be desired, operating as they do on fine broad streets. If this is a sample of colonial cities then the sooner we leave Scotland and settle here the more satisfied I would be. Frankly, the place has got me Nan, and I would not mind coming back when all this trouble has come to an end. I did not dream that the towns of our colonies were like this and it is an experience I will never forget.

I will now and try to tell you about the people.

You must realise that I saw them from the eyes of a visitor in uniform and things may be different in peacetime. Everybody looked after us very well and we were given concerts, dances and invitations to their homes by people we met in the streets. All transport was free for us. The town has some great canteens. Here is the menu of the first meal I had: 2 eggs, 2 sausages, bacon, mashed potatoes, tea, bread and butter, fruit salad and ice cream. I even helped myself to apples, grapes on the table while waiting for the meal and the whole meal was not even costing 1/-! I had some lovely trips from folks and visited the Zulu native reserve. We went one day and arrived in time to witness a ceremonial dance, which reminded me of scenes I had seen on the films.

I had my photograph taken while on leave and the photographer promised to send them to you. He told me to ‘Keep my chin up’. Funny, how that phrase always crops up, isn’t it?

And now Nan dear what of yourself? You must have had a hard time during that raid on Glasgow. I hope you remembered what I always told you and not let the noise worry you. Noise is terrifying but it won’t hurt you no matter how dreadful it sounds. My thoughts have always been for my wife and her people and how they have fared. I hope it won’t be too long until I get word from you. It’s really impossible not to worry.

How are you getting on for food Nan? Now don’t be telling me you are getting plenty because I know that it must be scarce back home.

Everything is warm here including the drinking water and I never thought I would lose so much sweat and in the end think nothing of it. It did make me feel rotten at first but now the sight of my own body glistening with sweat, or those of my mates, doesn’t affect me in the least. It is surprising how we get used to things in life, which at first seem to set us a