W. E. Pidgeon
c/o Public Relations
1 Aust Corps
Friday 9th August
[10 Aug 1945]
I have vowed to let my mo grow till I get home – damn it!
Am back on this island & it looks as if I’ll be bloody well marooned here. Transport in seems incredibly easier to get than transport out. Everyone so far as I can see have been sitting on their behinds for days waiting the call for the trip back. Cliff is on his way back i.e. theoretically but he is still here giving the old spine a bash. I’ve only been here 2 days but I had requested an arrangement to get me to Balik Papan four or five days ago.
Saturday. The ink ran out of my pen last night. So I took the knock on letter writing. Seems as you have done so too. I’ve had only one letter since I left Sydney. Last night the great peace rumours came through and there was a great simmering undercurrent of excitement and supposition amongst the army personnel. The correspondents saw the probabilities of considerable hold up in transport home and were appropriately apprehensive. I think the best thing I can do is to come back with what stuff I have rather than spend so much more time waiting for travel to Balik Papan and probably waiting for it from there home. I should imagine that all the work I could collect down there will be pretty cold fish by the time it gets in the paper if peace is officially announced within the next few days. I really don’t know what would be the best thing to do as I am not likely to hear from the office for days even if they had the nouce to send a message at all.
Later – have decided to definitely return home as soon as possible. It is now just a matter of waiting and I suppose it will at least be somewhere near the 20th till I can get there but all this means that I will be at least present on the 24th so behave yo’self and save the grog. Mail comes in here only three times a week so maybe I was somewhat hasty in my screamings out for letters. Another mail is due in tomorrow. You can tell Ivan I met Syd Newman – since this Visitor’s and Observers’ Camp has been moved to the opposite side. Off the island we have become practically neighbours. Newman was pleased to hear from Ivan and he obviously thinks a lot of him.
Everyone here expects the official peace announcement at any moment. Nevertheless there is no excitement. The everyday routine is still going on as if nothing is happening – which is reasonable enough as the finish will make little immediate change in the status of most of the troops here. They will obviously have to stay for some time – to collect prisoners, police the country, and control the gradual disbandment of the army.
I am anxious to hear more about you and Graham. How’s that alleged tooth coming along? I suppose he is on pretty hard tack now. I hope he is eating something that is easy to give him. You’d better save some meat coupons for some juicy steak and eggs for poor lean Will. I have had the bully beef and M & V & consequently eat rather lightly. I seem to have lost a bit of the meat off my mug and to have got rid of my beer gut. I’ll wire you from my first overnight port of call in Australia. I’ll phone if I can. Perhaps I will be home sometime towards the end of next week. Who knows. I have finished an article for “The Weekly” but it looks as if I’ll have to redraft it in view of the unexpected developments. I may as well bring the thing back with me than mail it. Hope Mum is well. Lots of love to you and your little bub.
We spend our days on this St. Helena in slothful annoyance alternating with frolicks in the luke warm China sea and sun baking or reading beneath the coconut palms. I lost all the skin off my chest and shins thanks to the exuberance of the Borneo sun.
P.S. Don’t write after you get this letter.