What a man. You tick me off in the most cruel way (but quite justified) for my unfortunate Augustus Bridle phraseology and yet you follow with two pages of agreement, for what I thought was to be a stinging revelation supporting Napoleon, left him minus both legs as well as his already broken arm, all in technicolor. But you defend yourself perhaps so I forgive you. But I ask you to please forgive me, I had no idea you were so ready to fly at my throat. Ooh the shame of 'die hard old Conservative" has been sticking in my tonsils.
Just as I about to shout "help" someone - "help" Headquarters said "your return has been approved" and I calmed down.
I'm really coming home. "Canada" It is my home, although I haven't one in bricks and mortar
Next week I leave for Torquay where I wait for a ship - perhaps a week or two then Ottawa. Then Toronto and I hope a bit of freedom and certainly a lot of happiness. Except for the thoughts of your own "confinement". I wonder how long you will have to go on.
Oh it has been difficult this last year. But now there is hope of it ending for me at least at last.
I don't know what they will invent as a climax but I know they
Aldwinckle, Eric, Letter, [10 July 1945]