Original Letter

France. 4th Mar. 1917

My Dearest Maidie:–

Here another day wiped off the slate and I am another day nearer you. You know it is a great satisfaction to know exactly when leave is coming, it changes the outlook entirely. Under the old system one plodded along in the dark, hoping and trusting, but with absolutely no clear idea of when it was coming. Of course six months is far too long but at the same time it is definite and that saves such a lot of worrying. Nothing exciting has befallen me in the last twenty four hours. I have got cleaned up, rinsed off that creosole smell and feel more human and less fragrant. Mais, je voudrais a good bath in a real bath under proper conditions – by that I mean, of course, temperature of the room and the water – that sort of thing – Yes, I mean quite all that.

I had a letter from Bill Mackie to-day. He had heard that you were living in Paris and wants your address as he is going on leave shortly. He could not tell me in his letter where he was nor can I tell him where I am and our chances of foregathering are slim. I am writing him to-day giving your address. Gordon Gill met him and told him where I was. I can picture old Gill dodging about the country on his wagon meeting old friends. I am going to try to look Bill up. I expect he will be back from leave about the end of this month. Turkey is going this month to Paris – everybody is going but tout à vous. Well, I am going in July anyway.

Do you know who loves you to-day Sweetheart? Do you know that I love you to-day an awful lot, a huge big love. So very big that it has me dizzy, swaying. You don’t love me as much as that, Dear, do you. I hope you do but its a lot to hope.

            Your own