致亲爱的贝茜

29th，January 1945 My Dearest One, I have just heard the news that all the Army men taken POW are to return to their homes.Becauseof the shipping situation we may not commence to go before the end of February,but can probably count on being in England sometime in March. It may be sooner. It has made me very warm inside. It isterrific, wonderful, shattering. I don’t know what tosay, and I cannot think. The delay is nothing, the decision is everything. I must spend the first days at home, I must consider giving a party somewhere.Above all, I must be with you. I must warm you, surround you, love you and bekind to you. I would prefer not to get married, but want you to agree on the point. In the battle, I was afraid.For you. For my Mother. For myself. Wait we must, my love and my darling. Let us meet, let us be, let us know, but do not let us, now, make any mistakes. How good for us to see each other before I am completely bald! I have some fine little wisps of hair on the top of my head. It is not much good me trying to write about recent experiences now that I know that I shall be ableto tell you everything myself within such a short time. What I have my eye on now is the first letter from you saying that you know I am alright, and the next, saying you know I am coming to you. Plan a week somewhere and think of being together. The glory of you. I hope that you will not start buying any clothes (if you have the coupons left), because you think you must look nice for me. Just carry on as near as possible to normal. I shall tell my family I hope to spend a week away with you somewhere during my leave.My counsel to you is to tell as few people as possible. Try to avoid preening yourself and saying much. This is my advice, not anything but that. I hopeyou understand. I do not ever want it tobe anything but our affair. Do not permit any intrusion. I do not know how long leave I shall get. I could get as little as fourteen days, and I may get as much as a month. I am wondering how I shall tell you I am in England. Probably it is still quicker to send a telegram than a letter, and I hope to send you one announcing that I am on the same island. I will send another when I am actually soon to get on the London bound train, and you can ring LEE GREEN 0509 when you think I have arrived there. It is a strange thing, but I cannot seem to get going and write very freely. All I am thinking about is ‘I am going home. I am going to see her.’ It is a fact, a real thing, an impending event,like Shrove Tuesday, Xmas Day, or the Lord Mayor’s Banquet. You have to be abroad,you have to be hermetically sealed off from your intimates, from your home, to realize what a gift this going- home is. The few letters of yours that I had on me, I burnt the day previous to our surrender, so no- one but myself has read your words. It is a pity that the winter weather will not be kind to us out of doors. But it will be nice sitting next to you in the pictures, no matter what may be on the screen. It will be grand to know that we have each other’s support and sympathy. Won’t it be wonderful to be together, really together, in the flesh, not just to know that a letter is all we can send. Ilove you. Chris (ง •̀_•́)ง(ง •̀_•́)ง(ง •̀_•́)ง 怒刷存在感…… 最后的音乐是《怦然心动》里的插曲，《what is your name》，电影里的男声合唱超级好听，这个版本也很好听。这封信我听卷福读过，很喜欢，想着模仿一下，可是实在是跟不上他的语速，然后就尴尬了……