April 24th, 1943
Dear Mom + Dad
Just a few lines in answer to your letter that I just received and was I glad. I was broke and that $1.50 came in real handy. I got a letter from you, Bin, and Marg and was I glad. If yous ever have any extra money or stamps, please send them as I sure could use either one.
How did Ray’s cast turn out? Fine I hope. Is he home yet?
Tell Sweetipie to be at the Union station on July the 2nd and I’ll give her a piggy back all the way home.
Don’t worry about me as I’m having lots of fun and getting along well. Tell Ted to write and give me his address as I’d like to write to him.
You say Bessie say Halifax is a lovely place, well I’ll tell you everything there is.
Somewhere near Halifax
Wilderness brush and sand
Where breeze and poison may be sought
Are found on water and land
You can’t go to the movies
The town is far away
You start to drill at daybreak
And drill to close of day
God could have worked another day
And spent it here quite well
I guess he felt a place like this
To show us part of Hell
The sand here is ten feet deep
The sun is scorching hot
The call it the eastern passage
The place the lord forgot
I got your cigs to-day and was I ever glad, I sure did need them. The address on this letter is my new address, so don’t forget to write it instead of the other one or I won’t get any mail at all.
If you or Dad or Bin have any spare cigs, stamps, or money please send them I sure can use them. This is Saturday afternoon, our day off. Right now I am just lying in bed writing this letter, I guess I’ll write till I run out of stamps and that won’t be very long as I only got two stamps left.
Well how is the big sister and all the rest? Where is all those cigs and parcels you were supposed to send me – still waiting. Tell Jean Howie I was asking about her and all the rest. The carb you sent me won’t do any good because we’re all C.B. for 21 days because of Scarlet Fever, 6 guys have gone out of the hut with it.
Well that’s it for to-day.
Lots of love to
[Shannan’s Note – Some Googling suggests that Gord’s Halifax poem is in fact an original. As mentioned earlier, Gord’s views during this time were all his own, so please don’t take offense if there are any local Halifax folks reading…]