Original Letter

France.

30th Nov. 1917

My Dearest Maidie:–

Well, how is everything to-day with you, Bowknots? “He did call me, Bowknots”! Well, anyway I didn’t mean to be sassy, but I am feeling pretty skookum to-day – for last night I had a wonderful dream about you. We were in a beautiful garden somewhere, I didn’t know the place, but there were the most beautiful roses and you. It was a glorious dream and there was nobody else but just ourselves in this garden. I was just back to you and you were wonderful to me. You always are, of course. It was all very vivid and I know that I shall be with you one day in that every place. Perhaps it was Heaven. Do you remember a dress you had once – a sort of a flowered pinky kind of a dress? I can’t describe it although I remember it well, but anyway you were wearing that and although the roses were gorgeous you were the prettiest thing in my dream garden. I’ve just been on air ever since about my dream.

Bill Leicester has asked me out for dinner to-night. He is discharged from CCS and joins his Battalion to-morrow. I think that he would be glad to stay here but doesn’t like to impose on good nature. At that I don’t believe that he is as fit as he should be. He got a severe wallop and only his height saved him.

Nothing much of interest has happened to-day and I am only marking time until the mail arrives. I am just honing for my letter to-day. Its the only tangible thing I can hope for. All day I’ve had the impulse to give a whoop run out of the door and never stop until I was with you. And it wouldn’t take me a month to get there either I wouldn’t insist on sitting down at ten minutes to the clock hour and resting until the hour. And that’s just the way I feel to-day.

What have you done to me, Dear? You have just naturally hypnotised me I think, for I cannot think of anything but you, you are with me always, awake or sleeping. Well, I expect that I am in love, que pense-tu?

Turk is very funny to-day and very profane. He has decided now to vote for Laurier and get put out of the army. He was reading in the journal this morning about the fighting in Palestine. Well, he said they’re winning over there anyway. When I asked him where he said “Down there in Palestine, you know, where Christ made his last stand”. Its very awful of course but its Turk. He is also a “type apart”, He is uncanny, sizes things up in a flash, talks very little except in monosyllables, gets pickled on pay day and is flat broke twenty eight days every month. I get a world of amusement out of him.

I am afraid that I shall have to wind my letter up and go to work. L’Adjutant vient d’entrer and that spells action for me. Au revoir my Dearest Dream Girl, with all my love.

Your own

Ross

War Diary

Fall in at 7.45 A.M. and at 8.00 A.M. Battalion, less Bugle Band, Wiring Class, H.Q. Details and Communication Section, marched to Training Area for Musketry & Classes as usual, and returned to Billets at 1.00 P.M.

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War Diary

Fall in at 7.45 A.M. and at 8.00 A.M. Battalion, less Bugle Band, Wiring Class, H.Q. Details and Communication Section, marched to Training Area for Musketry & Classes as usual, and returned to Billets at 1.00 P.M.

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Photographs

Bill Leicester: Bill Leicester:

Map

  • Location: Bruay
  • Battalion role: Rest

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