Original Letter


24•10•17 (what the deuce is the date?)
[the 4 of 24 is written over another number]

My Own Dearest:–

It’s a pretty good world when you come right down to it for today has brought me three of the grandest letters ever penned and I am a new man everything is right. This morning when I got up it was raining like it rained in Noah’s time and to get my breakfast I had to scamper (save the mark!) through mud that was, in lots of places, deep enough to dive in. I just had a hunch when I was splashing along wondering if my braces were waterproof and how long a man could swim in mud before he would sink from exhaustion, that to-day was the very day that I was going to get a whole lot of letters from you. Right then I cheered up and lost that “when a feller needs a friend” sensation. And true to hunch oodles of mail arrived this afternoon. It was great, Maidie, I love your letters and I just can’t carry on without them.

Well I have a news item. Tommy Thompson came over to see me to-day  He had just received a wire from Jennie’s M.O. “Boy arrived; both doing well”. I rejoiced with him and he seemed quite glad. I am glad to say that he seemed especially glad about Jennie. I rather expected him to talk principally about the boy and I could have hated him if he had – without trying. Temporarily he is acting as Transport Officer for the Company but expects to go in to the line shortly. I can’t understand why he should have been so blue and pessimistic when he was at home – there is no reason for it whatever.

The papers to-day gave an account of the French getting all those zepps. Good old French I am strong for them. But I am never done being glad that you are out of England – it’s really quite rotten there according to all accounts and since the raids have taken on such proportions – well, I’m glad you are not there. Bombs have got my goat and I could go crazy thinking of you being exposed to them. I don’t think that I could ever bring myself to like Monsieur le mari very much, I certainly don’t. Madame Ruthie sounds so good, isn’t it the luck of the damned getting one like that?

I haven’t heard a word of Bill Leicester but I don’t think that anything can have happened [to] him as, so far as I know, they haven’t been in since Bill joined.

I am greatly worried about your bruises poor Baby, she needs me with her to look after her and to make her well when she hurts herself. My Sweetheart, I want nothing else in the world but to be with you every minute looking after you and loving you. I want you, Dearest, with every atom of my being. I adore you that’s all. There is never a moment when you are out of my mind. I love you. And I just know that it won’t be very long until we are together again. God speed the day. With every bit of my love

Your own Ross


[This line is squeezed onto the left side of the last page:]
Tell Madame Netta that I was charmed with her little note and that I am desolated that I cannot comply.
[And this is squeezed onto the right side:]
I shall write to Madame Ruthie as soon as I can. It is rather difficult here

Operation Order

This cancels all previous orders on this subject. ... two Coys. will be organized and ready to move in fighting order and in any formation on receipt of orders from O.C. TADPOLE or O.C. TALKER from ZERO minus one hour. ...

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War Diary

...steady bombardment of DECLINE COPSE. Our front line system and posts heavily shelled in retaliation. ... DECLINE COPSE was held by enemy. ... Much digging was done but trenches caved in frequently owing to rain and shelling.

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Bill Leicester: Bill Leicester: Ruthie: Ruth: Madame Ruthie:


  • Location: Otto Farm
  • Battalion role: Front

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