letter from the front


Like so many of his generation, my grandad George spent most of the early 1940s fighting for his country on the battlefields of Europe and Africa. He was one of the lucky ones - those who returned to their loved ones and life anew in New Zealand.

Stationed in Italy, he successfully managed to dodge mines, excrement and the ever present censor's pen, to write the following letter to his brother and sister-and-law. Seven hundred and sixty-two days later, he was back home.

  George Hore





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160742 Tpr. G. R. Hore
H.Q. Sqn.
4th Armd. Brigade
2nd N.Z.E.F.
M.E.F.

13/12/43

Dear Margaret and Cecil,

Many thanks for your letters received last week. Also the ones from Jimmy, Mervyn & Phyllis. They were nice wee letters. I've had quite a lot of mail recenly & it takes a while to cach up with it all. However, I am gradualy catching up with it. Anyway you will hear all the news from the letters I write home.

There hasn't been much else happened since I wrote to Mum & Dad. We have moved on a little further and Jerry has moved back a little so I am no nearer the "boundary" yet.

Well Cecil, I suppose you will have heard about poor Bert before you get this. I made enquiries for him yesterday of some 6th Field chaps, just down the road here & ...

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page 2   ... they told me how it happened. He was very unlucky if their story is right. I'm getting out of the road of a bit of straffing - two of them jumped on top of a mine. One has to keep his eyes open over here. He plants them pretty thick in places but the engineers do a good job & there are not many that they don't find.

I have been doing a bit more road marking this last few days too. By jove a chap gets pretty soft. I had to have plenty of spells. It's pretty sticky clay here & takes a bit of picking out. One carrys about 10 lbs around on each boot too for a few days after each rain & there are plenty of wet days here. Too many for my liking.

I've just received an airgraph & a letter from Lucy & also a letter from Mum. The letters were written on 11/10/43 & the airgraph 26th Oct. They certainly take a while even airmail, but it is good to get them & hear all's well at home. Mum was saying that the ...

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page 3   ... weather was still very rough, especially for lambing. I hope you don't lose too many out there. You'll have to get "cracking" on those deer & pigs or they will start & get thick.

Don't know that I can tell you much more about this land that I haven't already told them at home in previous letters. No doubt you will all have a read of them. I wish I were a good correspondent - I could certainly write some good letters.

I could tell you what all I do but that would only take up about two lines & the censor may think I should have another position. It gets a bit monotonous at times but I don't say very much as there may be a worse job coming up. I've always said that 99% of one's time in the army is spent on waiting. I'm quite sure I'm right now.

We find it a bit hard filling in some days & the nights are often very long, especially ...

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page 4   ... just now. We have tea about 4:30 p.m. as it gets dark fairly quickly. The night before last there was a mobile picture show here & it was very good. Luckily the weather kept fine & we filled in an enjoyable two hours. Theatre was nothing flash. Ploughed field you know & for seats we used petrol tins etc. & the mud was nearly up to our ankles.

Looking out one side from here the country reminds me a bit of the land behind your place. Only there is no tussock. There is a fairly high range with a good deal of snow on it & looks as though there is plenty of rock & shingle lower down.

The land is cultivated up to a fairly high level & olive trees everywhere. They seem to grow wheat everywhere. Roughly put in too but it is looking very healthy just now & by the look of the straw stalks about they must have good average crops.

They have some very crude ...

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page 5   ... methods though. Up round here where the ground is a bit steep they hoe the land with an affair like an adds with two prongs on it. Then scatter the seed broad-cast. I think they beat the grain out of the straw, in most cases, just as they wanted it for use.

I looked round a flour mill the other day where people take their grain to grind it. It was as ancient as the hills. Water race round the side of a hill & it drives each little wheel separately.

There are some farms on the lower country that are more modern & use tractors & have their own threshing outfits. Even there the ground is only scratched over. It must be marvellous soil to keep on producing good crops all these years & only worked the way it is.

Back further there were quite a number of sheep farmers. They were a poor type though. Although they appear to get two crops of lambs off them each year. I think they ...

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page 6   ... kill their lambs very young though. They were still lambing when we were there & it was fairly cold & wet then. The coarse ewes were all hairy & the fine ones had very little wool on & plenty of bare bellies. They shepherd them all the time & bring them in to the "folds" at night. There are no fences anywhere.

Their dwellings are very poor & dirty. In a lot of cases pigs, hens, rabbits & goats are kept in the same buildings, so you can just imagine what it is like. The smell etc. There's no such thing as a lavatory or bathroom. One has to watch one's step not only for mines. I've seen women washing their clothes in the creeks & they are not as clean as they could be. Just about as bad if not worse than the average "bogs" & God knows they are bad enough.

Yes! we are fairly modern back home & may we keep it so. I have seen quite a lot & hope ...

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  ... it won't be too long before I am able to relate it all to you people. Still you would hardly believe it all unless you saw it with your own eyes.

Well I thnk this is all just now. I hope you are all well & that it won't be too long before I see you all again.

Cheerio just now & best of love to you all.

Your affectionate brother,

George.


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