Egypt: 14-08-1942
(version 1) 19-08-1942 (version 2):
"A Digger's Views on Aussie News"
To my Darling Billy Wotherspoon (no date) I recently received your kind little letter That arrived by the mail yesterday And promised myself that I had better Answer that lad right away. So here today in my douver So dark, and so full of fleas, I will do my best to manoeuvre A letter. with the pad on my knees. To begin, I say ¡°thank you Billy¡±, For the ¡°Smiths¡± that safely arrived Don¡¯t think me ¡®Bomb-Happy¡¯ or silly, When I tell you the fun I derived. By reading those good old Aussie papers. To learn of the struggles and strife, It amused me to read all the capers Of the Yanks, and their ¡®dull Sunday life¡¯. I grinned when I learned of the dances Sunday nights, in the big City Hall, The weddings, engagements, romances Made me sing that old song ¡®Bless ¡®em all¡¯. All the girls seem to be in the Service They are doing their ¡®bit¡¯, I declare, Just fancy, in case they feel nervous They build a fresh ¡®perm¡¯ in their hair. The big parties at Lennons, must brighten Dull nights for the ¡®nobs¡¯ of the town, While others go ¡®drinkin and fightin¡¯ Along streets, in a Blackout so Brown. The big mobs of cattle they¡¯re shifting.. Made my poor eyes ogle so, The coons will be doing some lifting On their many dry stretches I know. Even Bookies, gor-blimy, are sorting Many thousands of letters a day, And the Diggers returned, busy courting The sweethearts of mates still away. Many thousands are making munitions Drawing wages found only in dreams, Long hours and appalling conditions Makes their lot so much harder it seems. I
talk over things with my ¡® Aussie lads in a land far away We sympathise with the poor miners Wanting shelters, while waiting for pay. What with Brown outs, coupons and strangers But the item that filled me with fear The saddest of the all the new changes Was the shortage of old Aussie Beer. Ah! I don¡¯t mind the girls going flirty And the strikers can strike till they die, The ¡®par that made me feel so shirty Was the one that said ¡°BREWERYS RUN DRY¡± ¡¡ Now I fear not the Ite or Jerry A safe course through this battle I¡¯ll steer, But my chances are small to be ¡®Merry¡¯ Since I read ¡°Aussie PUBS SHORT of BEER¡±
Little Cobber, the daylight is fading The Red sun is dipped low to the sea, A bright moon will soon be parading To brighten this desert ¨C and me. ¡¡ (see handwritten text for final paragraph) ¡¡ |