Original Letter


                        15th February 1918


My Own Sweetheart:–

I just feel fifty times better to-night for I did get a letter from you – of course that is why I was so discontented the past few days. Not that I am a bit satisfied yet – I never can be here – but a day with your letter to touch it up is a day no matter where I am.

I know just how you felt that Friday night – it doesn’t seem possible that it is only a week ago – I never did feel so badly in my life.

I am sorry that I did not see Margot but, Dearest, I was far, far better satisfied to do just what we did, for I was alone with you all the time and that of course, is all that I ever want. I wish now that we had, when we came back to Paris, gone to our room and locked and barred the door and stayed there until Friday night. But she would get up in spite of hell! – and go to see the Bastille.

Baby, you are funny. I am just thinking now of your saying that I did not love you as much as you loved me. Look me straight in the eyes and tell me that you love me as much as I love you. Then I shall know that I am the most loved man in the world for I do love you with every little fraction of me. And you must know that I do, Dearest.

We moved to-day and it’s a queer place entirely that we are in at present – only four days though, God be praised. I do not sleep in the Orderly Room here as there isn’t room to sit down scarcely let alone lay down and they tell me that there are no rats here which is a piece of luck.

The snapshots are good, I think. The one where we were sitting on the steps is great of you. I wish that I could be as close to you as that always. Ju-Ju looks pretty well submerged but its a good picture of what is showing. Madame Ruthie looks skookum too. I have written her to-day and if I can I shall write Baby.

I got the little joke in one of your letters written before I went on leave – one of the letters I got when I got back, about cold water having lost its power – it was bad, the joke and I enjoyed it ever so much. You saw it yourself – after I met you, not so very long afterwards either. I’m afraid that I’m getting to be a shameless hussy. Anyway I’m glad but I wish that we had stayed at home instead of looking for cigarettes that afternoon.

Major Keegan gave me a nice pipe and I have not smoked many cigarettes lately – I think they are bad for me. Physically I feel like a fighting cock but I am very lonesome and not the slightest bit satisfied with things as they are. I love you, Sweetheart. I adore you and after the war, before we think of doing anything else we shall have a good holiday together – just we two – no one near us and no Bastille to dash off to. Would you like to do that? I’d love it.

            Your own




[Ross subsequently says, in his letter of February 28th, that he wrote P.T.O. but then forgot what he was going to write on the reverse.]


Ruthie: Ruth: Madame Ruthie: