Michael Billings Collection - Wallet 4 - Part 12 of 14

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and I must have thrown the clothes off
and when I awakened this morn I
could hardly lift my left arm but when
I got warm it worked off and has now
practically disappeared. If you were
here, I'd grab you to rub it. I'm off
for a half-day on Sunday but I don't
suppose there will be much life on the
Sabbath. Here's something I would like
to have your opinion about, as our
construction work is just about complete,
there's quite a few hours of sitting upon
our backsides contemplating our navels
so I think it would be a good idea to
put the time in profitably by doing a
bit of study. I've in mind to dash
through a course for the diploma of the
Institute of Secretaries. I think I can
arrange it from here and when

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the war is over, I shan't have to do
any studying and can take my
leisure in our home to be. Let's know
your views on the matter.
Well, my sweet one, time
marches on and really I can't think
of any more sweet nothings to whisper
in a your shell-like ears. I echo
your yearnings for a night or two just
together, sleeping together was
so cosy and intimate, wasn't it?
It's something alluring to look forward
to, isn't it, ba goom. So, bye-bye,
Puss for a while and I close
loving you so intensely. Sweet
dreams.
Ever thine,
Micky 

Newcastle
3 30PM
15 MAY
1942
N.S.W. AUST.

14.5.42

Mrs Michael Billings,
548 Barkers Road,
East Hawthorn
Victoria
N.S.W.

C/o Miss Billings
Nursing Staff
St Margrets Hospital
Darlinghurst
N.S.W.

MELBOURNE
4 30AM
19 MAY
1942
VICTORIA 

PR00610
Australian
War Memorial

N.S.W  15-5-42

Darling Kay,
Your pride & joy must be in
love or something for here's that guy
writing to you again. First, I'm in good
form, aches and pains all gone and
hope this finds you in excellent health
and spirits. your letter No. 2 to hand
today and I see you have dealt effectively
with our well-wishers, the two wires
missing are on their journey to you. I'm a
bad lad to sneak off wiv 'em. Mum
and Ada are getting so chummy, aren't
they? Jolly good idea for such good folk
to get together more. Very pleased Mother
(yours this time) had tidings from John,
I can imagine her reaction - you know, I
felt a bit of a worm being home enjoying
myself hugely when her son whose return
would thrill her so much is still in
Wogland, not that I can do much about
it. She's a great scout so give her a big

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kiss when you next pay her a visit.
Likewise give my love to Ada, Bill, Red
A Jess & Sylvia. Getting your bridal
portrait was a great wheeze. I bet you
look gorgeous. I absolutely insist on
having that miniature, bum to your talk
about not having room, you fathead
a man ought to dong you. I had a
letter from the people I was with in
Adelaide today, that's the second one
and Mrs. Skinner also sent my forage cap
along that I left behind. They must have
liked to have me around the place
judging by the nice things they said
about me. Great folks, the Croweaters.
I've 4 varied articles of headgear now,
felt hat, giggle hat, woollen nightcap
and forage cap. Quite a wardrobe.
I'm sitting up on my bed
if you can call 5 boards such a thing

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because I'm tired, stiff and sore. Last
night I put in 4 hours on the phone
and had from 9 until 1 and then went
on as a gunner at 6 a.m. Spent the
morning pointing the gun between
yawns and moans. This afternoon I
essayed a come-back as a footballer
and tonight what a pitiful spectacle
I am. Will get my first spell on Sunday
so will hike off to the big smoke. Six of
us have been invited out to tea so I'm
gonna stoke up, believe me. The grub
here is lousy, having to be carted 3 miles
and is half cold when we get it. Well.
Sweet wife, the eyes are beginning to give
up the ghost so bung-ho for perhaps
a day maybe two. I humbly love and
cherish you and kiss your eager lips.
Good-night, precious.
Father.

NEWCASTLE
8 - PM
16 MAY
1942
N.S.W. AUST.

Mrs. Michael Billings
15.5 42
548 Barkers Road
East Hawthorn
Victoria

C/o  Miss Billings
Nursing Staff
St Margrets Hospital
Darlinghurst
N.S.W 

MELBOURNE
4 30 AM
20 MAY
1942
VICTORIA

PR00610
Australian 
War Memorial 

N.S.W  20.5.42
Midnight

Darling Kay,
Here sits your old man
in solitary majesty in the telephone
dug out fighting against sleep and
dwelling on 1 Ack Emma so that he
can get some shut-eye. This sort of
thing happens to me every second
night four stinking hours over here
while the more fortunate gunners
are snoring their heads off. Tonight
its worse as this afternoon I made
my reappearance in a full scale
football match and now every bone
and muscle is groaning in protest
against the unaccustomed use. Must
be in my dotage playing that game
at my age but truth to tell I feel so
well, I had to seek an outlet in