Original Letter


6th November 1917.

My Dearest Maidie:

Its pretty cold in the old barn to-day or rather to-night and not so very cheerful. There wasn’t a letter in the mail for me — there wasn’t very much mail for anyone. Turkey and Miller have gone to the village and I have to hold the fort alone – answer foolish questions and look after all crap so this letter will probably be more than usually punk. Outside of the facts outlined above everything is quite skookum – and there are lots of reasons for being cheerful. For instance I will probably get two letters to-morrow Turkey and Miller will soon be home and inside an hour we will all be in the good warm straw. So where is all the kick?

There isn’t any action yet on going back or any settlement of the question. There will be sparks flying from the other end if there isn’t some thing done pretty tout de suite which phrase reminds me that Miller’s French books are in the bottom of one of the boxes and no French learned since the last time in. To-morrow we are getting our little stove in here – it is highly dangerous and I question very much if the farmer will permit it but it is worth trying as it is impossible to do much work in here now. But with our little stove – now – ! Course as soon as it goes up we move… Well, we never died a winter and moving never hurt anyone. You would have a hard time tramping after me now, Dear, I’m thinking; we certainly dodge about the country.

Dearest, I’m going to say goodnight now and hit the hay. The boys are home and any further business can be done at the bedside. You know, don’t you, Dear that I love you a lot to-day? I do, Maidie, just worlds and worlds

Your very own


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Issue of leather jerkins to the Battalion for winter wear. Purchase locally of fresh vegetables to augment menís rations... Reinforcements of 37 Other Ranks taken on strength.

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