Original Letter

            France.

                        25th March, 1918

 

My Own Dearest:–

I had two letters from you ce soir and I am in ecstacies over them, everything is all right again, it’s a good world after all. I have only had time to read them twice and I am gloating over the lovely evening I have in store. They are great, those letters, Sweetheart, and I love every word in them.

I have just been thinking that leave being cancelled may also affect Geordie and make it necessary to postpone your leave for a little. Its too bad if it does, Dear – a rotten shame. At the same time just at present when the brightest optimist must admit that things are more or less unsettled I like to know that you are well away from Paris. Is there any way that you could get to Nice without going through Paris? The next month I imagine is going to tell the story and see Fritz thoroughly whipped. He has had a good run of luck and has exploited it to the very fullest extent but unquestionably committing himself as he is doing on this front shows that in spite of his clean-up in the East he is in desperate straits. He is staking everything on this throw and will lose just as sure as death. The sort of thing he has pulled in Russia gives us a reasonable idea of what we might expect if he should turn up a winner – which he hasn’t a chance in the world of doing. His number is quite up.

Without jest or lie this is the happy hunting ground of rats. In the past few months I have seen all shapes and sizes of them but in this place there are millions of them and every one is as big as a young cat. This is really true, they are huge – and make a deuce of a chatter. But they don’t disturb me a particle any more ­– familiarity has bred contempt.

Dearest, I love you to-day with a great big overpowering love. I want to take you in my arms and hold you tight, tight forever. You are all my love, Dearest.

            Your own Ross