Vietnam Letters #7

Postmark 6th January, 1970

25 Blacket St
ACT, 2602

Mon 5-1-70

To my Handsome and Wonderful husband Jock,

How are you my dearest? Well, I hope. I have been feeling very lovesick for you these last couple of days my love, and at times I feel like I could scream.

Mum and Dad will be back on the train tomorrow at about lunchtime, and Aunty Jean, Karen and Ann will be leaving tomorrow afternoon sometime. It has been much warmer here today although it was still cloudy so I don’t know whether the rain has cleared up yet or not.

I have an appointment at about 10.30AM tomorrow to see the Dr and find out the results of my tests. I have been feeling much better lately, but I did get a weak attack this afternoon but it didn’t last very long. Remember I told you that I was getting that dermatitis rash again? Well, luckily it hasn’t spread as I have been putting metho on it although the Dr told me not to as he said that metho is too severe, but it has stopped it anyway.

The others are watching “Mission Impossible” at the moment. I hope you don’t have any Impossible Missions over there. Ann and Karen love doing things for the boys, and I have hardly had to dress or bath or do anything for them lately. Which in one way is good as it has given me a rest but in another way it isn’t as it has given me more time to think and feel lonely and lovesick for you. I love you, Darling and I feel so empty inside when you aren’t with me. I need you more than anything in this world. I shall love you forever, my Darling. You are always in my dreams, Darling, although they are always mixed up and sometimes quite silly. When I wake up I can never remember what they are about, but I know that you were in them.

Gee, we had a big wash this morning. I thought I was never going to get through it all, as it is about a week since I had washed as it has been too wet to wash before. How are you going with your washing, Honey?

Well, I must finish up now Dear. Hoping to hear from you soon. I hope you are receiving my letters regularly now Honey.

Yours forever,



X – I have kissed this one for you, Darling.

Postmark 6th January, 1970

218807 Pte Jamieson
GPO Sydney 2890

Sunday 4th

Darling Sandra,

Thank you very much for the letter and the card I received yesterday. It’s just wonderful to hear from you darling. I was going to write last night but I was that tired I just went to bed and slept my head off. It is now 6am and still very dark. It does not come day lite over here until about seven o’clock.

Honey I will not be able to write again until Tuesday night as this morning we are going out on a three day patrol and won’t be back until late Tuesday. This will only be a short note as I have a lot to do and we are to leave at eight.

Sandra I love you and always will. How did you end up getting along with the doctor? Sandra, I am missing you something awful, at times I feel that homesick or lovesick that my guts just ties up in one knot and I feel ever so lonely even though there are always a mob of fellows about. Sandra I love you, and just wish for us to be to-gether again.

I hope the tape recorder does not cost you much to be repaired. I have not yet been to the P.X. (the place in the task force where you buy all the goodies like tapes). I am not sure what P.X. means but is some American turn out, apparently you can buy anything. Anyway dear, I must finish up for now, may get time to write more before we go.

I am forever yours my love.

Jock. xxx.

Darling, it’s about time for me to be going. Shall write as soon as we get back. I love you very much and will be thinking of you all the time. I love you dear.

All my love. Jock.

Postmark 7th January, 1970

25 Blacket St
ACT, 2602

(Tues) 6-1-70

My Dearest Jock,

I was very pleased to receive your letter to-day Darling, as my days are just empty without a letter from you. Sundays are awful, I wish they had a mail delivery on Sundays too, and yesterday even though I didn’t really expect a letter from you, as you told me in your last letter that you were going to the bush for a couple of days, I felt awful, because when I receive your letters it makes me feel as though we aren’t really as far apart after all.

I went to the Dr this morning and he said that the results of my blood test was OK but my urine test wasn’t and I have got an infection in the bladder, and I have got a months supply of tablets to take and in three weeks time I have to take another urine sample to the hospital and then the next week I will have to go back to him to see if it is cleared up or not. I even drove myself over this morning and I went quite well. I took the car to a garage and had the air checked in the tyres and one was OK but three were a bit low. When I got back Bev’s mother (Mrs Vinge) and Kelly were here and Bev and Aunty Jean had gone to the shops , and we were waiting for them to come back to go to the train and pick Mum and Dad up, and they didn’t get back until about 12.20 and the train was to arrive at 12.28 and so we rang the railway station and asked them to page Mr and Mrs Cameron when the train got in and tell them that we were coming to pick them up. But when we got there, there was no sign of them and they said that they had been paging them but they didn’t come to the desk, so we rang here and Karen said that they weren’t here either, so we decided that they mustn’t have come. But then when we got back they were here. They had got straight off the train and onto a bus and didn’t hear them paging them, and they arrived home just after we rang.

There’s no doubt about it, I have been spoilt and too dependant on you in the past. You should have made me drive more often and in traffic too, as I am so nervous and scared that I have to force myself to get into the car to drive. When I got back from the shops this morning I was shaking like a leaf, even though I drove quite well and nothing happened. But when I got back I had a lovely surprise waiting for me, your letter. I love you my Dearest, and I always will and I long to be in your arms again and feel your strong body next to mine. You will always be the only one for me my love, as just the thought of being in anyone else’s arms sounds horrible.

Your mother told me when she rang me on Christmas night that Shirley Stuart had called with the photos and Mother told her to write to me and see what to do about them, but I haven’t heard from her yet.

I forgot to tell you about what Barbara told me before I left Berridale. She called around to see me the day before I left, and she was telling me that the lady next door was complaining about Nicky. She said that she was scared to go out because Nicky always barked at her and other people were too scared to visit her. Then when Sandy came home he said “Blow them, from now on I’ll let Nicky off the chain everyday.”

Well Sweetheart, I must finish up now and get the tea on. I only wish I was cooking your tea for you.

Your ever loving and ever true and faithful wife,



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