Original Letter

France

                        2nd Dec. 1917.

Dearest Maidie:–

Winter is upon us properly. This morning I wakened very early and very cold. My window was wide open and I very pronto hopped up and shut it and it took me hours to get warm. Bed is no place to be alone in specially when its cold. The place I work in though was fine and warm, the fire was just raging, there is beaucoup coal here and we always have a fire But c’est ne fait rien, does it. The only really big thing that happened to-day was my letter. It arrived at noon, a great surprise for generally it’s the heel of the hunt before the mail gets in. But the good old letter was there and I have forgotten the cold and every thing but that you love me and that every thing is therefore all right. I don’t think that you ever met Charlie Holmes. He used to be a Sergeant but is now RQMS. I perhaps told you about him. Anyway he is awfully nice and I think would write a pretty skookum letter and he is going to write to Constanty. He is an exceptionally nice chap. Good looking, très serieux and if they should ever meet, well, I know that she would like him – everybody else does.

[There is a pencil scratch on the paper here.]

I do not seem to be able to write connectedly to’s’afternoon. Miller and Turk locked horns in a friendly way and caused the blot and the pencil scratch. The storm has subsided now Allah be praised. The sole topic of conversation is the impending election. Feeling seems to be running very high and everywhere you go you see men pointing their fingers in each others faces and talking fast. No one can say which side is going to win. I have given up trying to decide who is right and who is wrong. If there is any possibility of conscription precipitating civil war in Canada, and who can tell what will happen in Quebec then I think every Canadian should vote against it. Canada is a big country with a big future and it would be madness to start off by antagonising one big part of the country. My sentimental side thinks of this part of it. On the other hand we are living in the present and we must win this war. I should not care to think afterwards that I had done anything to hamper it. Therefore wrong or right I am going to vote for the Union Government, for Tweedie — and may God have mercy on my soul.

Any way, Sweetheart, that has nothing to do with what I want to ask you. Do you love me aujourd’hui? Please answer me quickly. This is urgent. All day long I have been thinking of you and loving you a lot you know, not just ordinary. I really want to crawl into your arms and tell you all about it. And, I’m going to supper now with Tommy Morrison so will you please kiss me good night.

            Your own

                        Ross