Original Letter


November 27th 1917

My Dearest Maidie:

Imagine sitting in a nice cosy room at a good substantial table with a good old fire and not enough racket around to make any difference! It doesn’t seem the least bit possible you know and I am sure that it can’t last. But can you picture me going into a real bed room – for my room is a very fine one with a canopy and fuss generally – well, anyway I got into that bed gingerly. Strangely enough I didn’t sleep so very well and I think that I shall have to get used to sleeping in a bed all over again. I had lots of thoughts that weren’t the least bit continent but you know me, there was a good supply of cold water.

Its very satisfactory being clean and comfortable but I am awfully home sick out here. It is not that there is more time to think but the very fact of being in a place like this makes my homesickness more acute. That bedroom especially! I just want to fly right off to you this very second. I’m just lonesome for you and thats all. I don’t want to see a single soul in all the world but you and I have always needed you so much  But never as much as right at this very minute.

Who came in to see me last night but Bill Leicester? He is at a Clearing Station just on the edge of our town and is in the pink. He was not wounded at all but got a bruise and frankly admits that he is swinging it here. He looks great and loves it out here. He gets leave very soon and intends spending a day or two in France before going to England. He was only able to stay a few minutes as all good casualties must be in by seven and he says that he is taking no chance of losing his good home. It was good to see him again, the jovial old soul. There is a man who just joined to-day P.W. Brown whom Bill says you knew in Bramshott. I haven’t seen him yet.

There are two or three picture shows here and I think that I shall go ce soir. They don’t attract me very much but there isn’t anything else to do. I just hate to go home to that room of mine and if I stay here I shall have to work. I have had a book loaned to me which I’ve carried around for three weeks. One day, perhaps, I shall read it. Last night when I was going to bed I found a book on my table one of de Maupassant’s, and I found in it that “women’s Rights” story – you remember it? “Hurrah” for the differences! Wasn’t that queer. But then it was queer kind of a book anyway. It was just as well that I couldn’t read much of it.

There was no mail encore but there was a goodly basket of pears. You Baby, you are just great, sending me a beautiful parcel of pears and I adore you. We gobbled them, Turkey, Miller and I and they were lovely. Thanks ever so much. We get lots to eat really but a parcel – well the way we fall on it would make an outsider think that we were starved.

The people who live here – where our Orderly Room is  are very nice. In spite of the fact that we have a chap to clean the room they insist on dusting it twice a day. She is a fine old lady and mothers Miller, who has a cough to his confusion. He can’t understand a word she says and tried to dodge her but she catches him and pours “potions” into him and puts iodine on his chest.

Dearest Maidie, I love you to-day: I far more than love you and I am wild to be with you. I want a little attention and a lot of love.

Your own


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Parades cancelled on account of rain and lectures and Lewis Gun Classes were held in Billets. In the afternoon ... all Officers paraded for Drill ... The Band played from 2. to 4. P.M. at No.22 C.C.S.

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Bill Leicester: Bill Leicester:


  • Location: Bruay
  • Battalion role: Rest

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