Original Letter



My Dearest:-

I have just got through reading four letters from you which had arrived during the last four days. I haven’t written since the 26th! – incidentally I haven’t slept since until last night. First of all I must tell you that when I rejoined the Batt. I was posted to “A” Coy – temporarily. During the 27th I went to “D” and we have been at war since until last night. But now we are out and I am mighty glad of a chance to rest up and sleep. The war, if everyone got on as well as we did must be going awfully well. And I find that soldiering is not so bad after all. Tommy and Wright got their nice blighties and are probably in England now. I did not see Tommy but I was with Wright. I am awfully glad for them.

Sweetheart, my greatest worry was that I could not write you – and I really absolutely couldn’t – it was out of out of the question but even so it preyed on my mind. Dearest, I adore you and you have been with me during the last four days but I never tried to pretend that you were with me.

I am glad that you like it at Thompsons and I know they like you awfully as everyone does naturally.

Prescott told me that the C.O. wanted me to get a little experience of line work before I got into the Orderly room and perhaps there is something in it because a few days ago I saw Major Parry and he asked me how I liked the Company. I told him and he said “perhaps you won’t be at it very long”. Latterly I thought it quite likely that I wouldn’t. But I do enjoy it and if it weren’t for the fact that I couldn’t write you the last three days were great. This morning, after a good sleep and a shave I feel great, fit as a fiddle, rested and right on my toes

My things are all in good shape as I wore [a] privates uniform with only two stars on my shoulder. Bywell had every thing in good shape for me when I came out. Despite the fact that my hair has not had either Tozana or brushing for three days it is prospering.

I shall be glad to get the pyjamas and mirror. The old nightshirt is rather cold I find and the weather here is getting chilly – beaucoup frost.

I think perhaps you had better stay in England. If leave stays open I shall probably be going in very little more than three months. Lordy I wish it were tomorrow or better still to-day. It seems ages since I left you at Victoria and ever since I have been bursting to get back to you. I am mad about you Dearest always. I adore you you are always in my mind and you are toujours an inspiration to me. When I get a moment I shall write you a real letter. I brought “D” Coy out and am very busy trying to get things straightened up.

Please don’t worry about me, Sweetheart, as I am quite all right and I’ve got my rabbits foot. With all my love.

            Your own