Original Letter

                                                2-10-18.

 

My Own Beloved:

Here a ‘gypsy and sunburned” to talk to his “honey pale” and I want you to speak up quickly and say you’re glad to see me. First off I want to tell you that I am more in love with you than ever. Really actually I believe I am. Ever since I got up this morning my heart has been just pulsing overtime and I have been almost singing with it all. Right now I just want to fly to you take you in my arms and smother you with kisses. But here I must sit in my little tent on the windswept hilltop of the world. Not so long ago – four or five days, no more  this little site of ours was peopled by ye Allemande but they are past vanished and withered up. And we helped them along a bit, I expect.

Its quite cold today although the sun is shining but I am warm – with my good sweater and heavy drawers on – extra. I am well fixed up and have cause to be glad that I have no Kapok but have blankets.

Its no use my not wanting to write letters because now I find myself with several on my hands which must be written – letters to next of kin of men who were killed. I find the duties of my job mighty interesting but fairly onerous. Milburn, who is full of crap, tells me that I am reasonably sure of a job as 2nd i/c of a company when the senior officers who were on leave or slightly wounded come back.

Personally I am quite content to let things drift and take things as they come. The only thing I want in this world is you – I have only one set idea, that is to be with you quickly and forever. None of my ideas is/are very fixed, with the above exception they are fleeting transitory things that don’t matter anyway. But the wish to be with you, to protect you and look after you and to be “mothered” and loved, that is a fixed permanent quantity. For you may say what you will about your loving me more than I love you – I know that I love you with all my heart and soul and body. You are my own wonderful Sweetheart. Isn’t it glorious that you should love me and that you should be mine? It thrills me always and makes me gasp just as it always did. You Darling, I love you.

I have just heard that Bill Leicester has been wounded – not serious – but he won’t be able to sit on his little form for a while. I think its great luck that all our friends came through so well. Bill, Tommy, Wrighty and all.

I must dodge along now, Sweetheart. Lots of love, oceans of it.

            Your own

                        Ross

 

P.S. “Land & Water” is coming through all right.

            Ross

Photographs

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