Original Letter

            Sept. 17th 1918

My Own Dearest:–

Je suis arrivé. After a long full day by foot and lorry we reached the unit and ha ha! for luck find them well back from the line. And so our lines are cast, if not in pleasant, at least in safe places. The quarters are nothing gorgeous and even as I write a bivouac is being erected for me. A bivouac being open at both ends is easy to enter and healthy to live in, fresh air is at a discount.

We had a pleasant day coming up and in the forenoon we struck an estaminet and sampled their vin blink. It was quite up to the average and we all enjoyed it. Afterwards every one wanted to talk at the same time but we were all quite serious, Dear, so you needn’t think that I was disgracing you.

The first lot of our men I ran into were the signallers and I was awfully glad to see them and I think that they were glad to see me. But Sergeant Turcotte – we almost fell in each others arms. He is very dirty and very black. We just arrived in time for tea and the nine of us had tea at HQ. The C.O. was very nice and welcomed us back so cordially that he almost made me sorry that I was not glad to get back. But I never could be back for always I have in my mind the vision of my own beloved angel toiling round in Blighty by her lonesome self. Sweetheart, I love you so much! my heart aches every minute and every seems and is – very empty. and vague. I haven’t got around to see Holmesy yet, but will tonight. Everyone asks for you — I’d be sore if they didn’t. Say, I wish I were only going to England now. I want to go back more than ever. I love you, Sweetheart, more than ever.

            Your own Ross