Original Letter

France. 2ND March 1918

My Dearest Sweetheart:–

I am resting comfortably after a good old trudge – sixteen “K’s” as Miller calls them – its a fair walk just for instance, but with a heap of junk its aplenty. But we are in a nice parlour kind of a room with a nice fire – a piano – a phonograph tables and chairs, it’s a heap comfortable. I’ve had a meal of eggs and chips and now I am stretching my legs and they’ve got some queer little tired feelings in them if you come right down to it. But I enjoyed that march there is always lots of fun. To-day just on the last lap, everyone feeling quite ready to stop dragging their feet when we noticed the C.O. pulled out on the side of the road to watch us go past. Just then the Band started up and the way we pulled ourselves together was surprising. We went swinging past as if we were only starting out. Miller said “on a long march they should have the road dotted with Colonels and Bands”. Its true as preaching too.

Just since I started to write the mail came in and your good letter. I’ve forgotten that I was ever tired on the strength of it. Good old letters. I love them and I love you. Wasn’t it great Billy and Netta piking off and locking the door! That’s exactly what I am going to do the next time I get you. When you meet me in Paris I am going to lock you up in that good room on Chateaubriand and never let you out for 14 days. For if I do I am sure that you will have me out looking for the Bastille or something! Course I’ll lock myself in as well.

Dearest, I have loved you ever since I wakened up this morning hard and to-night I love you more than I ever did and that is quite a bit far more than you love me for instance – just as much anyway. I am just honing for you my own. I love every bit of you.            Your own Ross