Original Letter


                        21st December 1917


My Own Beloved:–

It got a little warmer to-day for some reason or other and we have been almost comfortable and last night I had a broth of a sleep. Turkey took any messages that happened in and I devoted the night to pounding my ear. The signaller – not ’arry Lee – kept the fire going full blast and it was a pleasure to get up this morning.

I didn’t get a letter to-day nor yesterday and I ain’t feeling pretty cheerful in consequence but I know that they are somewhere doing their level best to find me. Its my fault not theirs. But I want your letters awfully, Sweetheart, more than ever these days, I think. its kind of unsettling being here at Christmas when I might just as well be with you – and far better – I can’t be, of course, but just the same that’s the way I feel about it. But here I am for Christmas and here I may just as well try to make the best of. And so far as actual living goes we shall be quite well done. For in spite of everything the plans are to have a Christmas dinner in real style with fowl of some sort and all kinds of good things. There is an issue of ½ pound of pudding per snout and every one should have a good gorge. It isn’t Christmas but its the best possible under the circs.

I am sending you three of the brooches to-morrow. They are in nice little boxes but of course when all is said and done they are souvenir brooches. I am sending them all to you because its easier to send them and there is less danger of them getting lost but will you please give one to Madame Grassal and one to Madame Netta. I could wish they were nicer for such nice folk but – well – what are you going to say.

Say do you know that this second I have a choky kind of feeling in my neck and that I should really be taken in your arms. I’m horribly lonesome for you, Dearest, and that’s the truth.

I have read two or three Times Broadsheets to-day. I’m enclosing one that caught my fancy quite a bit. My first impulse was to mark a part of it but it isn’t necessary up to a point, if that very wise man had lived in a day and age when he could have known you what an argument he could have put up!

And now, Dearest, will you let me crawl into your arms, and just love you and be loved forever for I do want you, Dear, and love you above all the world. You are perfect, Sweetheart, and I worship you.

            Your own qui t’aime.



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