Letters between Malcolm William Keshan and Dorothy Williams, 1942 - Part 12

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Sgt. M. W. Kesham,
Australian Prisoner of War No. 3768 in Germany ,
STALAG XVIII B,      Oflag III C
GERMANY.   1747 
  
AUSTRALIAN  
RED CROSS

Miss D. Williams, 37 Byrnes St. BEXLEY, N.S.W, AUSTRALIA.

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KRIEGSGEFANGENENPOST 
NX 11067,
SGT. KESHAM, M. W.,
AUSTRALIAN PRISONER OF WAR 3768.
M-STAMMLAGER XVIIIB/489L, N.L.
GERMANY 
  
AIRMAIL 

From: MISS D. WILLIAMS,
37 Byrnes Street, 
BEXLEY. N.S.W. 
AUSTRALIA 
  
Geprüft 
Stalag XVIII A 
65 
11th October, 1942. 

My Dearest Mac,
This is pretty late in the week for me to be
writing to you. Generally I write Tuesday night and here
it is Sunday already. Mac I have been absolutely
flat out, sewing all the week, and haven't had a spare
moment before this. How are you darling? Let's see, by
this Christmas must have come and gone over there.
How did it go - did you have a good Christmas dinner?
It's a couple of months yet before Christmas, as I write
this, but I will be thinking of you all the while Mac  
and wishing you could be home to share in the fun 
I guess it wouldn't be any use ordering presents from
old Santa this time, 'cause he wouldn't have what 
I want most. You would be sorta big th to be
carried around in a stocking, don't you think?
Mac what do you think happened last night! Norma
and George and I went skating, and somebody picked
up my handbag and walked off with it   I didn't
mind so much about the bag - it was fairly old -
but inside of it was my flapjack which you gave
me for my birthday. I nearly howled when I
found it had gone. I treasured that flapjack,
Mac, it was so lovely, and of course someone had 
to walk off with it. However, there is a faint
chance of getting it back- and here's hoping. Yesterday

morning I had a post-card from your Mother. She 
seems to be enjoying her holiday up in the mountains. 
The other night she dreamt you were home and she 
said she cannot stop thinking about it - it seemed 
so real. A good omen I think, as well as wishful 
thinking. Did I tell you in my last letter that Norman  
had brought me his photo when he came to see me? I just remembered.  
This time next week the wedding will be all over, and 
in a way I'll be glad. Already I am feeling excited and 
worked up, so goodness only knows how it will be on 
the day. Gee Mac how I wish you could be home to 
come along with us. But some day you'll be back my 
Mac and then - won't we have some fun! Darling, 
I'm warning you, you will be run off your feet. If I were 
you I would get in some training. Once again getting 
back to my never-ending cry, I have had another 
letter from you in weeks. However you should be 
getting mail regularly now, as most of the old difficulties 
have, I believe, been overcome. Everyone here at home is 
well Mac, and all send their kindest regards. I 
had Betty over twice last week, full of fun as ever, 
and asking after you. Take care of yourself Mac sweet, 
be good and if I am not too late, a very much 
brighter New Year to you. It won't be long before 
you'll be home again Mac just remember that. And in 
the meantime, chin up darling. All my Love Dorothy

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KRIEGSGEFANGENENPOST 
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Sgt. M. W. Kesham,
Australian Prisoner of War No. 3768 in Germany, 
STALAG XVIII.B.  N.L
GERMANY.  Oflag III C 
  
11^th Oct Nov 43 
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AUSTRALIAN  
A
RED CROSS 

Miss D. Williams, 37 Byrnes St. Bexley,  
N.S.W, Australia.

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Dearest Dot, 17th October 1942 
Things are not the best this time Dot I have not heard from 
you for a month now your last letter being 7th July 1942, and the 
worst of it is my outgoing mail has been cut down to one letter and  
card per month so dont be disappointed if your mail drops of a bit 
its just one of those things we have to put up with for the time being 
but everything will come out ok in the end. You will notice I have 
had another change of address. Im terrible sorry about my letter 
mentioning Kelly darling. I could kick myself when I think I hurt 
your feelings I would rather cut my hand of. I guess you must 
think Im terrible dumb. By the time this reaches you your 
Birthday and Christmas will be over so I do hope you 
enjoyed both. Its over two years since I last saw you sweet 
and I wonder how long it will be before I see you again not very 
long I hope the past two years seems like four. How is every 
thing going at home everyone in the best of health and doing  
well I hope, wish them all the best for me, and   
dont forget I'm always looking forward to a few snaps. Well its 
starting to get very cold here now sweet, boy there's certainly no 
place like good old Aussie. How is the swimming going 
I havent had a decent swim since I left Bengasie. Once 
more we are at the finish of my short letter. Dont forget 
our week, only it will be a lot longer than a week believe me 
take good care of yourself darling "Cheerio" All my love Mac

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An      Miss D. Williams 
 
Empfangsort: 37 Byrnes St. Bexley 
Straße: Sydney 
Land:  Australia 
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Vor- and Zuname:  Malcolm William Kesham 
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KRIEGSGEFANGENENPOST 
NX 11067,
SGT. KESHAM, M. W.,
AUSTRALIAN PRISONER OF WAR 3768.
M-STAMMLAGER XVIIID/489L,
GERMANY 
  
AIRMAIL 
  
FROM: MISS D. WILLIAMS,
37 Byrnes Street, 
BEXLEY. N.S.W. 
AUSTRALIA 
  
Geprüft 
Stalag XVIII A 
30 
18th October, 1942.
My Dearest Mac, 
Hullo there my sweet, how are you? All set to 
listen in to lots of news? I have so much to tell you, 
news of the wedding and so on, so lets get started. All 
the excitement is over now, and things are, if anything, 
rather flat. The wedding yesterday was a great success. 
There was not one hitch, Mac. Norma arrived before 
the altar exactly one minute after four - that makes 
me a pretty good bridesmaid doesn't it? By the way, 
do you reckon there's anything in this "three times a 
bridesmaid, never a bride"? Everyone is saying to  
me - "You finish here you know, - must not be  
a bridesmaid three times." I tell them - "huh!" 
Norma and George have gone away to Katoomba for 
their honeymoon for a week. Hope the weather is as 
lovely all through as it ways to-day, I've been enjoying 
them all day. Mac darling - guess what? I got my 
flapjack back again! Wasn't that great? In fact 
there was not one thing missing from my handbag. 
It will teach me to be more careful in future. Still 
no mail from you Mac and I miss your letters 
when they don't arrive. Gee I wish, that, instead of your 
photo, you were here now. I get so lonely for you Mac 
that I could howl. Then I drag out your old letters and 
re-read them again and again, laughing at your 
tales, and wrong though it may be, feeling better at 

the knowledge that you missed me too. As for those people 
who go/around saying 'that time' gradually makes one forget, 
to them I reply "nuts"! I am looking forward to the 
day you come home - so much, Mac. Just think of all 
the beaut rows we can have, for one thing darl. 
When we start reading old letters and looking at old 
photos we're bound to flare up. You're so good to 
fight with sweet. You react so well. Take George for 
instance - when we were kids, I'd storm whilst he 
would stand and grin tolerantly at me, only 
making me feel madder than ever. So always fight 
me back Mac - I get over it much quicker. Mac, you 
remember old Dave of course? He has been very sick 
these last few weeks. We rang up to-day, however, 
and were told that he is making good progress, 
so that's good news to counteract the bad. Knowing 
dear old Dave, I think he'll pick up quickly don't 
you? Well Mac, everyone here at home asks to be 
remembered to you - they're all well as usual, and  
getting over the wedding excitement. When we walked 
in the church and stood before the altar, while 
they sang a hymn, Mac I thought of you for a moment. 
The way I often do - "wonder what he's doing right now." 
And as I often do, my sweet, I sent you my love, 
winging its way to you so far away - and yet so near 
to me. Take care of yourself my dear, and come 
home soon. Just on account of - because - I love you. 
Dorothy