Original Letter


                        19th February 1918


My Own Dearest:–

I am just starting to realise that I shall be awfully glad to get out to-night. rather, I’m sure of it now whereas, up to this morning I was just thinking that I was. And I have diagnosed the reason. It is because I have had to sleep with the Sergeants of Headquarters and while they are individually nice chaps ‘heart of gold’, etc., collectively well I don’t want to be near them. It struck me as odd that I should be so fed for always in the line I am for it and enjoy the excitement. Never again under any circs. shall I cast in my lot with them – jamais.

I have a great big hope that I shall get two or three letters when I get out – your letters, My Dear, are better than ever – they are miracles. We shall be out for a good few days I expect and I must try to write you some decent letters. I am going to take things very easily. Turk and Miller are competent – and three of us have a pipe so that really one of us may holiday all the time. Strangely enough I never want to ramble – even when I have the opportunity.

Foremost among my reasons for being glad to get out will be to see the Turk. He will be at the billet – wherever it is  and he will have a good fire going – if there’s a brazier left in the country. he will have some eats for us, we’ll have a jape get very sleepy and go to the blankets. It will be late and we will be very tired but on arriving out there is always excitement and one forgets for half an hour or so the fatigue.

Dearest, I love you so much that I ache with it but I want to love you far more – I want to be able to. Because you are worthy of all the love in the world, Sweetheart, and then some. You are great, you know just great and I live only for the day when we shall be together for always, and for our month alone together. I don’t suppose that you will agree to that but I am going to insist on it. Dearest, I love you. Until demain.