Deborah Florence Glassford Letters and Memorabilia
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Thanks ever so much for your letter, which I have just received, the information it contains is really most surprising. Although you have often talked about getting a job, somehow I never believed you actually would, or that you would never be in a position to make such a step necessary. Poor old girl, I can quite understand how you felt when it came to the point, as usual, you acted quite wisely. You didn't tell me what the [word] is, was the work that you are doing. Please write & tell me. | Thanks ever so much for your letter, which I have just received, the information it contains is really most surprising. Although you have often talked about getting a job, somehow I never believed you actually would, or that you would never be in a position to make such a step necessary. Poor old girl, I can quite understand how you felt when it came to the point, as usual, you acted quite wisely. You didn't tell me what the [word] is, was the work that you are doing. Please write & tell me. | ||
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| + | I deserve all you say about me & all you think about me for not having written to you, & a great deal more which can only be impressed by using most horrible language. The fact is, however, I'm not at all keen about writing letters when the only information I have to give is so absolutely disgusting. Well, here goes. Our Battalion has been broken up. The men have been taken (or at least 500 of them) & sent to France & Bramshott as reinforcements. The officers are honging around Shorncliffe, practically doing nothing, except now often they are back enough to get on courses, with very little hope of ever getting to the front. I'm so sick of it all that I feel like going | ||
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2 June 1916
Shorcliffe Camp
Kent
My dear old pal Dodie,
Thanks ever so much for your letter, which I have just received, the information it contains is really most surprising. Although you have often talked about getting a job, somehow I never believed you actually would, or that you would never be in a position to make such a step necessary. Poor old girl, I can quite understand how you felt when it came to the point, as usual, you acted quite wisely. You didn't tell me what the [word] is, was the work that you are doing. Please write & tell me.
I deserve all you say about me & all you think about me for not having written to you, & a great deal more which can only be impressed by using most horrible language. The fact is, however, I'm not at all keen about writing letters when the only information I have to give is so absolutely disgusting. Well, here goes. Our Battalion has been broken up. The men have been taken (or at least 500 of them) & sent to France & Bramshott as reinforcements. The officers are honging around Shorncliffe, practically doing nothing, except now often they are back enough to get on courses, with very little hope of ever getting to the front. I'm so sick of it all that I feel like going