Postcard to Will - Portsmouth
Dear Will,
This is my last night at the barracks in Portsmouth, at last. Given how long ago I joined the Navy I can't believe it's taken so long to finally get to go to sea. It will mean that my letters won't get to you so quickly, but I promise to tell you all that happens when I get leave.
I'm not sad to leave at all because yesterday the sickbay was fitted with new sliding doors. They look very good, but I'm sure they have a grudge against me. Last night the doors shut on me as I was about to go through and caught my nose. It's come up black and blue today, but thankfully it isn't broken.
I've been promised the affair will be investigated, but things move slowly, so I can't imagine the doors will be fixed by the time I get back. In future I will stay away from all sliding doors.
Harry