Sigmn. Moore J.,
16 Area Signals
Well at last I’ve got what I’ve been waiting for – a batch of letters. I got six all together yesterday morning, one from each of you and three from Kath. Mail is always a big item on the programme but this lot cheered me up more than any letters have ever done. I hope that now I have settled down we shan’t have any more hold-ups with the mail.
I’ll bring you up to date with the news before I answer your letters. I can’t remember when I last wrote but I think it was Wednesday night. You’ll have to excuse me if I tell you anything I’ve told you before.
On Thursday morning there wasn’t much doing and I couldn’t get interested in the office work at all. Thursday afternoon was a bit better because I played football. It was a hot afternoon, too hot to play football, especially on a sand pitch. But we lasted out the time and managed to win 1-0. There was quite a crowd there. We were playing an Egyptian Boy’s School team and all their mothers, fathers and relations turned out to watch the game.
On Thursday night I was on guard. It was just the usual sort of thing, a complete waste of time. I came off guard on Friday morning.
Oh, I forgot something. On Thursday morning, the Section Officer, a chap I haven’t taken a liking to, asked me how I was settling down in the office, I said I wasn’t and didn’t think I ever should. I asked him once again to let me go to the other section on line work with Gordon and the other chap. He said that was impossible and anyway they would be coming back to this section in due course. He also said “operators are very scarce here”. I told him that was a different story to the one we had been told when we first arrived here, and he didn’t seem to know what to say. The outcome of it was that somebody else is doing the office boy’s job and I’m going to be used in my own trade, which is much more satisfactory as far as I am concerned.
Anyway on Friday all I did was to go on Pay Parade – not a very hard day!
On Friday night Gordon came round to see me. He is evidently a bit fed up where he is. We went to the NAAFI and had quite a pow-wow and then he caught the tram back to his place.
Yesterday morning was the usual sort of army Saturday morning, spit and polish of everything for somebody to come round and admire or criticise.
In the afternoon as we had arranged the previous night Gordon came up here again and we went to watch a football match. Then we went down town.
We wanted to get in one of the big picture houses but they were all full for the 6.30 house. The last house doesn’t start till 9.30 and doesn’t finish till after midnight. We are allowed out until 1.45 a.m. but the trams are very irregular and unreliable after midnight. So we went to one of the smaller places and saw a very old picture – “Tarzan and the Amazons”. The seats were a bit hard otherwise it wasn’t too bad. The speech in English and underneath the French translation. Then on the left hand side there’s a small screen which shows the Egyptian translation, a bit confusing till you get used to it!
After coming out of the pictures we went into a YMCA for supper consisting of egg and chips. In the YMCA were several parcels of different values etc. which we can send home. They are very good and I shall send you one soon. I would have done so last night but they were’t taking any more orders. In any case it’s much too late for a parcel to arrive in time for Xmas but if I send one within the next week it should arrive early in the New Year.
I haven’t heard from Ron yet, but if he was still at Cairo when I wrote I might get a reply tomorrow.
Now for your letters. I shan’t have to be too long winded in answering them or this letter will weigh more than 2 ozs. and won’t go by air. First of all Mam’s letter posted on the 7th.
It must have been a bit of a surprise for Charlie to get leave, as he hasn’t been out so long. Still I know how much he would look forward to it and enjoy it, and it seems a shame that he has to go back.
I wonder if Ted is home yet. We passed a big ship one night in the Mediterranean and she signalled to us. I was able to read the signals and she was from Rangoon bound for Liverpool and must have had ex-prisoners on board. I wondered then if Ted might be on it but didn’t think it likely – maybe he was after all.
Now Dad’s letter of the 10th.
I can well imagine that there would be some grumbling about the absence of beer at the Welcome Home party. It’s all some chaps think about, especially on such occasions. A lot of chaps just look forward to demob as a chance to have a “glorious booze-up”. I feel sorry for them if that’s all they have to look forward to.
I heard on the wireless about the local election results and Leicester was mentioned as one of the many places where Labour had cleared the decks. A bit of a shock for a lot of the ex powers-that-be!
Last but not least Gwladys’s letter posted on the 16th. That was when you had my first letter – or rather the second because the one I posted on the boat seems to be taking a long time.
Pleased Gwladys got herself something for her birthday, and of course £3 isn’t too much. You must remember that I shall be back soon and then you won’t be able to help yourself to my money so make the most of your chance now!
I can hardly imagine what fog is like, but it seems as if you’ve had some. The weather here is not as warm as it was when we first landed but it’s still sunny and nice.
Must close now. I’ll write again very soon
Cheerio and Lots of Love,