- Contributed by听
- Wymondham Learning Centre
- People in story:听
- Bill Murchie
- Location of story:听
- Somewhere in England
- Article ID:听
- A3880947
- Contributed on:听
- 11 April 2005
Somewhere in England
24 Mar. 1944
Dear Folks,
By this time I trust my cable has informed you that I am no longer in the States and that all is well with me, as it most certainly is. We had a pleasant journey and I have and am enjoying myself very much [sic]. Naturally I haven鈥檛 been receiving mail as yet but they say we鈥檒l be getting it before too long a time. There is at the moment, only one thing I can think of that you might send and that is U.S. air mail stamps. I can use them here but they are somewhat rationed so if you can put a few in an envelope and send them along they would be appreciated very much, (don鈥檛 send V-mail forms as I can鈥檛 use them here鈥攏ot the kind you have there, that is).
Before I left, I wrote you giving a couple of addresses to which I would like to have some flowers sent; if, by any chance that didn鈥檛 get through, let me know and I鈥檒l repeat that set of addresses. They were in New Haven and New York.
My contact with the English has been limited and I can give little on my reactions to either them or England. Thus far, I must admit that I have seen little here that America hasn鈥檛, in quantity and quality, a definite superiority. I realize that they have been at war here a long time, but even yet, the fundamental definition of the country is still there. Surprisingly, (not to me exactly) enough, however, I鈥檝e noticed that I react fundamentally as an Englishman would so that two generations have not removed the traces of the thrice-seeded British blood I have鈥擶elsh, English, Scotch. There are many men of other temperments [sic} who can鈥檛 understand the studied reserve of the English, but to me it is just as I react myself.
I saw my first English pheasant this evening鈥攊t looked at a distance like a guinea fowl鈥攂ut his size and running ability were more game-like. Spring is just coming to England and the buds are beginning to look red and green on the thorns and shrubs.
I shall try to write fairly constantly and hope that I can make up for my silence of these past weeks. For the present then, my regards to anyone who may remember me鈥攁nd, be good now.
Love,
Bill
漏 Copyright of content contributed to this Archive rests with the author. Find out how you can use this.