Original Letter

France.

                        13th March 1918.

 

My Dearest Maidie:–

Another odd jaunt to-day and I never did have time to write before I left. It is now eight of the clock and our boxes have not arrived so I am just going to dash off a note on the [back] of this bit of a message form.

I was glad to be done with the walk to-day – the first day was jake the second regrettable but to-day – well I am glad its over and done with. A funny joke to-day – we were halted and a kid came along selling apples – money was scarce in the section ahead and the apples were two for tuppence halfpenny. They did their best to raise the price of two but it was hard going finally a despairing voice was heard “haven’t you got any wee small apples”! Every body roared – it was great. Also I heard a story which wasn’t so very nice but maybe I’ll write it to you to-morrow when I have a little time.

Miller and I are on the job. Turk being on leave with the best of luck. We’ll have a rest here for a few days – it’s a ruined village and it is well ruined too. We are in a stout bit of a cellar but I haven’t had a chance to see much of the layout.

I am just going to tell you that I am mad about you to-day, Dear, and then I am going to fly. In order to get this letter away I must close and give to the runner who is going out. To-morrow I will tell you really how much I adore you. With all my love

            Your own

                        Ross