【朗读】致亲爱的贝茜

29th of January，1945 My dearest one, I’ve just heard the news that all the Army men who are held POW are to return to their homes. Because of the shipping situation, we may not commence to go before the end of February, but could probably count on being in England sometime in March. It may be sooner. It has made me very warm inside. It is terrific, wonderful, shattering. I don’t know what to say. And I cannot think. The delay is nothing; the decision is everything. I must spend the first days at home. I must consider getting a party somewhere. Above all I must be with you. I must warm you, surround you, love you, and be kind to you. Tell me anything that is in your mind. Write tons and tons and tons and plan our time. I would prefer not to get married, but want you to agree on the point. In the battle I was afraid - for you, for my mother, for myself. Wait we must, my lover, my darling. Let us meet, let us be, let us know. But do not let us now make any mistakes. How good for us to see each other before I am completely bald. I have some fine little wisps of hair on the top of my head. It’s not much good me trying to write about recent experiences, now that I know that I shall be able to tell you everything myself within such a short time. What I have on my eye now is the first letter from you saying that you know I am all right and the next saying you know I am coming to you. Plan a week somewhere, not Boscombe or Bournemouth. And think of being together. The glory of you. I hope that you will not start buying any clothes if you have any coupons left because you think you must look nice for me. I should be sorry if you do. Just carry on as near as possible to normal. My return at the present time allows us to make public our mutual attachment. I shall tell my family I hope to spend a week away with you somewhere during my leave. My counsel to you is to tell as few people as possible to avoid preening yourself and saying much. This is my advice, not anything but that. I hope you understand. I do not ever want it to be anything but our affair. Do not permit intrusion. I do not know how long a leave I shall get. I could get as little as 14 days. I may get as much as a month. I’m wondering how I shall tell you I am in England-Probably still quicker to send a telegram than a letter. I hope to send you one announcing that I am on the same island. I would send another one I am actually soon to get on the London bound train and you can ring Lee Green 0509 when you think I have arrived there. It’s a strange thing but I can’t seem to get going and write very freely. All I’m thinking about is I’m going home, I am going to see her. It is a fact, a real thing, an impending event like Shrove Tuesday（忏悔星期二）, X’mas Day, or the Lord Mayor’s Banquet. （市长宴会） You have to be abroad, you have to be hermetically sealed off from your intimates from your home to realize what a gift this going-home is. The few letters of yours that I had on me I burnt the day previous to our surrender, so no one but myself has read your words. It’s a pity that the winter weather will not be kind to us out of doors. It would be nice, sitting next to you at the pictures no matter what may be on the screen. It would be grand to know that we have each other’s support and sympathy. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to be together - really together in the flesh, not just to know that a letter is all we can send. I Love you Chris