Letters between Malcolm William Keshan and Dorothy Williams, 1941 - Part 11
BY AIR MAIL
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*8AP41 - N.S.W. _1 AUST - DNEY*
No. NX11067,
Sgt. Keshan, "A" Coy., 2/4th Batt
A.I.F.
Abroad
GS
22/2/41
NOT WITH 2/4 BATT
to.
26.4.41
Missing bel. P.O.W.
Return to Sender on Military Board Instructions
M 8/7/41
For O i/c District Records Office
T. L H Kellar
S.A.G.
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FPO
[[9 JL 41 90A]]
E611
37 Byrnes Street,
Bexley
Wednesday night,
April 30th, 1941
Dear Mac,
(Im' rather tired of starting off your letters that way. But
how else can I start them "My Dear Mac" - no thats too formal.
"Darling Mac" - no that's definitely not me, is it? "Dearest
Mac" - that's better - which do you prefer? Just make your
pick and your instructions will be carried out, sweet)
Well to - day has been a red letter day for me. From seven
thirty onwards that is. I didn't get home until late, but
who cared about that, when I had a letter from you!
It seems years since Ive’ heard from you darl. You have no
idea how thrilled I was to eventually receive a letter. And
I hope by this time you will have received all of mine
too If you're anything like me, you must drive the postal
authorities cookoo. Speaking for myself - Mum is my postal
authority & she claims that any day now she will resign.
Maybe as we get older , we'll be more patient. (Anyway who
wants to be patient.)
You certainly drive me frantic , trying to guess where you
are Mac. Don't worry, I realise it can't be told & besides,
it gives me something to figure out. My only hope is that
you weren't on the way to Greece. I think I may be getting
just a little scared sweet. More than a little too. I hate to
touch a newspaper these days. On Sunday last I picked
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up the Sunday paper & found straight away, a list of
casualties & ‘believed missing'' from Libya it was too &
boy, was I shaking at the knees! I searched desperately for
a name starting with K and upon finding none, once more
breathed deeply. Thank heavens your name wasn't there darl.
I found one name I knew - an old friend of mine whom I played
tennis with, a few months before he left. Goodness knows what
has happened to him. Oh Mac, whats the good of it all!
Why even was flamin' Hitler ever invented. Hurry and
finish them off soldier & come home.
Apparently you haven't received any of my later letters.
It seems your greatest, or, as you say, your only worry
in our funny old world is that you will loose contact with
me. Stop it will you! Or else you'll have me jittery too . You
know perfectly well such a thing just couldn't happen. So,
here & now Im’ warning you pal. One more word and I'll
jump on you. All Clear? Fine!
Mac darling, don't get so fed up with everything. Don't
let them get you annoyed And please don't go doing any -
thing rash. You worry me an awful lot, do you know -
when you're away over there I can't give you a talking
to like I used to. How I miss that, Mac. Sometimes I
feel I want to howl, honestly I do. Especially when I
think of how bonza it was to sit in a theatre with you,
just before the show started & talk to you & listen to your
voice’. I enjoyed those talks with you more than the actual
show. Even then I knew that. Maybe thats why I don't
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enjoy the pictures these days. Oh do hurry home Mac.
If you have no objections I shall change the subject. Writing
isn't so easy when it becomes blurred, is it?
For a moment listen to me hard. Do you really think
Pat Garvin has done more for himself without even seeing
my cousin, than you have in three years. Surely
you're not serious when you say that sweet. Does she
think about the wretched Garvin lad, every day?
Does she hope as she walks in the gate of a night "Perhaps
there's a letter there."? Does she get down in the dumps if
weeks pass without any of those letters? No, you're slipping
up there old pal. Definitely wrong. Its’ not possible for
her to think of that Pat Garvin as I think of you.
How I envy you your plane trip to Cairo. It sounds
like a dream. Lucky you to get to Cairo at at all, much less
to fly down. And fancy letting a guide rogue you, too. Shame
on you, soldier! I was highly amused & so were the others in
the family at your saying that the wogs would have to been
boiled three times before they could be anything like clean.
George has just come home from drill - or sergeants
mess or something & when I read him the part of your
letter where you say you're on board ships he seems
to think it will be Greece. For goodness sake Mac, watch
out for yourself, old thing. I hate harping, but I can't
help it. The waiting is worse than the actual business
I think. Its vile Mac ,really it is.
Your last leave sounds marvellous darl. It should
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last you for a while. I hope you get some good snaps of
the Pyramids, & I'd have loved to have seen you after
your climb to the top of Cheops. Ill’ challenge you to a
race up there one day Mac.
Sweet, I fancy your perspective is somewhat out of
focus over there. After all, Five feet eight or so inches
could hardly be regarded as a "little" girl; but then
if you like to call me that - O.K.
Tennis hasn't been so good lately. I seem to have lost
interest for everything lately - except, I think, getting
and writing letters. So keep them coming Mac - I need them.
Our home has been turned into a nursery & is now
ruled by a eight months old babe. Golly I wish you
could see her Mac, she's a pet. My aunt is in hospital
with pneumonia & Mum is minding the baby & a
little girl, three years old. We are all going to miss
her when we have to give her back to her mother.
Shes’ so soft & cuddlesome & the good kid hardly ever
crys. You just can't help loving her, little wee helpless
thing she is. And can you tell me of anything sweeter
than a baby out of a bath & and all powdered up. You
do like them don't you; I think I remember hearing you
speak of your brother's children. Speaking of your brother,
Mac, I have never seen him around, since you left the
building. Is he still in Australia, or did he manage to get
into the army? He was trying at one stage wasn't he.
I only occasionally see Ray. His new job must keep him
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busy these days.
Eastern Standard time is now eleven fifteen pm. Any
minute now Pop will be in to see if I'm still up. But
I'll keep going for as long as I possibly can. My Auntie
Marg from the farm, is down & consequently we don't get
to bed very early - but we never did. The fire is lit
now & its certainly hard to leave for a cold bed. Then
again of a morning, bed is hard to leave for a cold floor.
Remember I said it was still warm weather out here?
Well on the Sunday following my last letter, it was
enough to freeze a person. I shivered all day. Its winter
this time right enough.
Often Mac, when I see sailors around the city, I feel
thankful that you're not a sailor darl. It would be
twice as difficult having to say goodbye again & again.
The break would be harder each time. Or don't you
think so?
Mac, tell me something? Why did you join the army?
Do tell me Mac. Please! You always say you're a
trier - well so am I. So do tell me darl. 'Cause I
want to know. If you don't tell me, I'll thump
you, (but would probably make it better again.)
Time is sneaking onwards and still Daddie hasn't said
a word. Wer’e doing well sweet.
How are you keeping track of all the things we're
going to do. Have you got a list made out. Youd
better get one Mac, then as I think of more things
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I can tell you, and you can add them on. 1960 will
find us still working our way through the list.
Im’ hoping to have my cousin - Jocelyn - down for
a holiday soon. Very soon. We have a grand time
to-gether. We fit in perfectly with one another. So
I'll most likely be forced to inquire for more information
on this Garvin lad. (Hang my [[cares?]]!).
Sorry darlin' but there goes 11.30 and my Dad also.
He's awakened with a bump alright. Another week
has slipped past sweet. One more week nearer
home. And once more I have to leave you Mac.
Until next week-end, or sometime next week
anyway.
Kindest Regards from all at home. They all
send the usual "take cares". You will won't you
though. I get so darned worried Mac. Honest to -
goodness I do. - Can't be helped.
So my dear it's with Lots and Lots of Love & the
very fondest of wishes to you. You may be
far away, but you're with me every day- very
near in thoughts.
Biggest of Big Cheerios.
Always - Sincerely
xxx xxx Dorothy
xxx xxx
PS. Your last letter was
dated 2nd April in case you'd
like to know. Love Dot.
P.P.S. I almost forgot
Heya
- Who do you love?
BY AIR MAIL
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NOT WITH 2/4 BN.
8/7/41
30-4-41
*I* *C*
No. NX11067,
Sgt. Keshan, M.W., "A" Coy., 2/4th Bn.
A.I.F.
Abroad
Missing
Bel. A.W.L.
P.O.W.
T.[[?]] Kellar
Retun to Sender on Military Board Instructions
JUL 1941
For Oi/c District Records Office
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S.A.G.
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