Original Letter

France. 22-9-17

My Own Dearest:–

I promised to tell you about the party last night and here I am to do it. It was some kind of a sort of a party. First from 5.30 to seven there was a concert which was fair. Our band played quite a bit and there were songs and speeches. ad lib. Then at seven our dinner started in the Sergeant’s Mess. It was only an ordinary dinner but there was plenty of stout and Scotch. Everyone was quite hilarious and there was quite some party. We had a piano – lugged in from some where for the occasion. Paradise borrowed from the 31st to whom he transferred played the piano and we had a violin as well. There were some good songs, some fair stories and some rotten speeches. It broke up at eleven thirty and I came home quiet elated. It appears that I made a speech too and every one tells me to-day that it was quite the rottenest they ever heard.

I got the two good little pictures and they are fine but of course the one without you in it is only a souvenir. Dearest, you just look great in that little old snap-shot. And that reminds me – what are we going to call that boy? Oh! lonely island in the Seine, where seed was never sown. I’m busy thinking right now – anyway part of it must be “Marie”. What are you going to say?

Dearest, Mary of mine. I love you to-day – passionately – I think of you every minute you fill my life. I may be imaginative but you seem to me to be very near me all the time – and it’s a beautiful feeling. Love is life and any one who has not loved and been loved has not lived. And the pity of being kept apart by the war! Mais c’est la guerre. I really cannot be philosophical about it, though.

Old Billie is pretty lucky missing the comb out, isn’t he? It would be a rotten shame to take him away from there. That arrangement is about the most satisfactory one I ever heard of, Sept. 1.

About Knowlton, you know he is an attractive likable chap but he is a fierce rounder and old Larry should have had more wit. I hope that that nice little girl forgets all about him. At the same time there is lots of nice things to be said about him.

I see Jimmie Graham every day. He is very fat and is cursed with a bad knee. I think he has a Blighty in that knee if he cared to use it.

Did you know a chap in Calgary named Bowes – Victor Bowes? He arrived as a reinforcement a few days ago and seems a deuce of a decent scout. He knows Alma very well and Daisy and Pansy MacGregor. I think that he was in the C.P.R. You might ask Alma about him when you write.

Now, Dearest, I have beaucoup work and besides its mail time so I shall dodge along. Don’t forget I love you.

Your mari

Ross

War Diary

Training carried on in the morning and up to 3.00 P.M. At night 10 Officers and 540 Other Ranks on Working parties. No Casualties. 163 O.R. reinforcements arrived and were put through a Musketry test.

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  • Location: Alberta Camp
  • Battalion role: Rest

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