Original Letter

France 16th Nov. 1917.

My Dearest:

Just a mingy stingy little odd word – just wedged in I must admit it – in the storm an[d] uproar of an early morning shift. It is always a question of moments on move days, you know  Our stuff must be packed – and we carry an incredible number of boxes of crap – and the carriers are on our neck yelling for it from Reveille. There is no chance of mailing this so I shall carry it and perhaps I shall get a chance to add a little to it to-night. [The letter changes from pencil to ink here.] It is night and I have a little chance. We had a perfectly ladylike and soft little move. We only walked about three or four miles and rode on the train! We are in a perfectly good little camp and are in a real hut with a little portion partitioned for a bed room – and that’s going some – for gophers. We arrived here about three and our boxes were here when we got here. It is the best move we have ever had. And just as soon as we got here there was a parade for new clothes. I walked in with an air of politeness and drew tunic trousers and puttees. There is nothing like being well dressed. But I have kept my biggest news for the last. There was mail this afternoon and I drew two letters! And such letters! You make me laugh you know, Dear, apologising for the letter you wrote me jacking me up about my letters: it is absolutely unnecessary because I needed it and anyway you weren’t the slightest bit mean about it. Honestly Dear, I never did feel injured or hurt or anything like that. It was great really, you had a real grievance and you cured it. And you are far too good for me and to me – a thousand times better than I and of course I love you, Silly, as if I could ever love you a little bit less. But how my heart warms to the thought of being there with you in your cosy little bureau, in the chair you describe. Right now I am honing to be picked out of here by ic magic and dropped in there with you. I should like to be cleaned up a little first though as I have not had time to get the burrs picked out of my tail since coming here. Nothing serious you know but my boots are muddy and my hands aren’t so very clean and I haven’t got my new clothes on. Would you be glad to see me if I were dirty? Would you put your arms around a dirty fellow? But I’m not so very dirty. Your days summary is great from the Babys opening your eyes with kisses – wasn’t that heavenly?  to the end when you finished your letter. Isn’t it funny that they aren’t “gai” at weddings? They are so gay ordinarily, the French that one would expect that at a wedding they would surpass themselves. Ruthie is great – I started a letter to her yesterday but got bogged, to-morrow as the war wages I shall write her. And the seamstress sounds a scream. I love your little French phrases, Dear, you’re a wonder. I love every bit of you  everything you do, everything you write and everything you say. I just love you tout à fait and that with every atom of me. And now will you please give me a little kiss? Mon ange.

Your own

Ross

Operation Order

Breakfast will be served at 7.00 A.M. ... All tents, dugouts, shelters etc will be vacated by 9.30 A.M. ... move off from present Location 10.00 A.M. Arrive at Entraining Point. 11.20 A.M. ENTRAINING POINT. YPRES, on right of main road West of the Asylum.

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War Diary

... marched to YPRES STATION ... arrived at BRANDHOEK at 12.30 P.M. ... proceeded by road to TORONTO CAMP and accommodated in Huts at 1.15 P.M. Band concert in afternoon. Issues of clothing and deficiencies in afternoon.

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Photographs

Ruthie: Ruth:

Map

  • Location: Toronto Camp
  • Battalion role: Unknown

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