Original Letter

France.

12th September, 1917

My Dearest Maidie:–

Last night as per schedule we came out to Rest and had a good old long walk. Turkey and I came out together and had a very fair jaunt. We left at eight o’clock and walked easily, judging our own time. We ran into a little YMCA shack well forward where hot cocoa – free – is given to troops coming out and we polished off two cups each. Right there I changed my opinion of Y.M.C.A.’s in general. We reached our billet about midnight and found that two large rooms in a private house had been allotted to Bn HQrs. There was no furniture other than tables and benches but in one room there was a huge fireplace and our Runner very soon conjured up some packing cases and made a roaring fire. Also a hot meal and a blanket was served out to us so we were pretty comfortable. I was only reasonably tired and I sat in front of that fire until two o’clock and then made my bed and slept on the floor as close to it as I could get. In the morning I was up and on the job again at seven. We are far busier here than in the line and both Turk and myself are honing for that last good dugout we had. I suppose that really it is more comfortable here, there is a Sergeant’s mess and a real floor to sleep on but I shall always remember that couchy little home. We expect to be here some days yet but I don’t suppose that it will be for very long.

There was a letter here for me when I arrived hier soir and I shall send my letters to Bernay as requested. It is too bad that I had not done this all along. But it was uncertain, wasn’t it? Do you know how much I love you to-day Dearest? Well it is just the biggest thing in the world. Every time I think of you my pulse races and I think of you all the time. every minute, Dearest, is of you and for you, you absolutely fill my life and apart from always longing to be with you, I want nothing more from life. I want to be with you, though, Sweetheart, every minute. Do you love me like that, Maidie of mine?

Out here our mail goes at two o’clock in the afternoon instead of at eight soir as in the line, so to-morrow I must write in the morning. At present they are holding the bag open for me. Au revoir, Dearest. 

Your Own

Ross

War Diary

Day devoted to cleaning up and re-equipping. Battalion billeted in the outbuildings of the CHATEAU. Concert for the men in the evening. Lieuts. A.F. PRINGLE and A.W. SCOTT went to ENGLAND on leave.

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Bernay: dugout: dugout: dugout: dugout: dugout: dugout: dugout: dugout: dugout: dugout:

Map

  • Location: Gouy-Servins
  • Battalion role: Rest

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