You certainly must have a pile of letters if you have kept them all over the last two years and more. We here, of course, cannot keep any but one or two special ones. All envelopes with our addresses on have to be destroyed and we cannot keep a diary. As I sit here writing to you I have your photo propped up looking at me, and on the other side of it I have pasted a good snap of Mum and Dad.

Wartime press clippings from New Zealand newspapers showing the sort of information Jean would have read about battles in North Africa.