Original Letter


                        11th March 1918

My Dearest:–

We are in a one night stand for the balance of the day [change from ink to pencil here] (–I hate writing with lead pencil but what else is there for it when somebody has put the ink bottle on the bum) and the night. We had a glorious march this morning, it was a beautiful forenoon and it fell to my lot to be very close to the Band. They played all sorts of good music and the march was a pleasure par consequence. To-morrow we go again but only a little piece. This afternoon every one is baking in the sun loafing in the orchard and generally enjoying life. It is the kind of a day that makes one glad to be alive. The march in the morning tones down one’s restlessness and makes one to keenly appreciate lazying in the sun. Thanks to the good thought of putting the clock ahead an hour the evening will be long. In spite of our shift I got two good letters and to them is all my good spirits due. You Darling, you are wonderful and you write me beautiful letters – letters with such grand love in them that is gives me a glow. I love every hair on your glorious red head, Sweetheart, et sur cette machine là aussi. I love you all all the time.

Turk is going to bring us a good book from ParisUnder Fire” is the name of it. It is written in French by Henri Barbusse but is translated into English. A lot of it is written about the part of the country we are in and should be doubly interesting on that account. When we read it we will send it on to you.

To-morrow we’ll be in the same place that we were in when I went on leave and a nice place it is. Has there ever been a winter like this? There has never been any cold weather to speak of and the sun has shone nearly every day. To-day especially I am drunk with it. I am full of hope – is it the weather or is it a hunch. I hope its the latter for I want this war to be over. I want to go to you and be able to stay with you forever and ever. I love you, Dearest.

            Your Ross