8th October, 1943: Camp: writing home

Flies again woke me up, but a towel over my face solved the problem. My thoughts turned to home, and I felt I had to write home - it seemed to make me feel nearer - a letter was come connecting trick - between one home where ever one might be, there is this link. Lofty's charge had come thro', that corporal had not forgotten. We went to the cinema again, but as our money was low, we sat well away from the refreshment bar. We had to avoid all temptation.