Most of the letters are long, so I'm going to serialise them over the next few weeks.
The first letter is dated Thursday 6 November, 1941, just over a month before the Japanese invaded Hong Kong. This is page 4.
Page 1 is here.
Page 2 is here.
Page 3 is here.
I am getting on fine, here I am on page 4, methinks I will be able to write again on Sunday.
Next week will be a heavy one, Friday 14th Geordies den, Saturday 15th the Aitkenhead Shield at K.B.B.C., Sunday "Geordies" v "Langford" at Bowls, but I think I will miss that. Now don't be surprised if I don't write on that Sunday. Nice to give you plenty of warning. You see Dear, I am not now worrying about the P.W.I. job, I have my acting pay, yet the younger ones are not doing a thing about it, I have had my fight, it's up to them now Peg. The others don't know I am getting this pay, when they do, there will be some moaning!
I am just going to have another beer, yes I had one about 6pm, its now 7 pm, I expect soon Tai will be saying "Master dinner", I can smell it cooking, its good also. Am glad you got my Registered Letter, but it certainly took time enough to go. I allowed it 14 days, and I am sorry it did[n't] arrive in time for Peter's birthday.
Am I a nice Daddy to send money, I don't know what and how I have been doing with my pay before I had my leave I could not save a red cent. Talking of cents we have now 10cts and 5cts paper money, now they look very nice, but wait until they get old and worn. Here is a couple for Peter to show his pals.
Hurry along with a few snaps, I am longing to see how you both look. Should I have another photo taken, a new big one, in my new suit. Glad you got the Cookery Book, now I hope soon you will receive the petticoat they had to be made to order Popeye had your measurements. Dinner is served "Master sick caru". Add a few love apples.
Half an hour later, I feel like a little Pig, my belly sticks out, is that rude. Nothing much on the news, the Reds are holding the Bosche, [??] he is. May I say, promise, X my fingers, that I will write on Sunday.
Love to my Peter and my Sweetheart, Ever and Always, Your Daddy Bill.
Gowland is still in Hospital, tired I think. B