Original Letter

France

                        24 Dec. 1917.

 

My Dearest bit of a Maidie:–

Its Christmas Eve in this little hut of ours just the same as anywhere else and every one is making a pretty good effort to be as cheerful as they can under the circs. By a great stroke of good luck the signaller on duty tonight is Harry Lee – the irrepressible. A moment ago he was sitting, elbows on his knees and face in his hands “I can just see ’em sittin’ down to dinner to-morrow at ’ome. New table cloth – “Lloyd’s Weekly News” bottle of beer and a steak for the Old Man and dam all for the rest. And ’ere I am!” We all roar just as soon as he appears. He vows that he is not going to swear one single once to-morrow – if he doesn’t it will be because he is struck dumb.

The Bystander Annual you wrote me about fell into my hands to-night and we have had a grand time with it. Old Bill’s family tree is a scream and also the picture of the last shot in the war. Its all good. There is a picture in it of a YMCA Canteen – well that is the one I wrote you of where I and Turk got the cocoa one night coming out of the line.

Charley Holmes has just been in and he has had a reply to his letter from Blanche Constanty and he is delighted with it. He is going to bring me the letter. She writes – he says – far better English than he is capable of. It’s the foundation, perhaps of a good little romance, qui sait? God bless you, my children! I’d like to see everybody happy.

There is no possible chance of this thing dragging on over another Christmas. I refuse even to entertain the thought of it. I for one refuse to stay here another year. I shall desert long before that and we will fly off together to some place where there is no war and it is always Christmas where we have no neighbours disagreeable or otherwise. Would you get tired of it after a while think you Bubby? Sweetheart I love you to-night and I want you fierce.

            Your own

                        Ross