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My Dearest Maidie:–

Two letters from you today, Mignonne, and now I think that this is quite the best place we ever did stop in. One feature of these rests is that the first day or so we have a snap and then each day gets busier until finally we move. To-day par exemple it has been specially so. But we never died a winter. But the two letters! Say your letters, Dear, are of a marvellous and I devour them not once but scores of times. And they keep me on the job, cheerful and optimistic. Its quite impossible for me to get blue and pessimistic about things when down there in Bernay I have a Sweetheart who loves me and writes me lovely love letters every day. I just can’t think ever that this isn’t a beautiful world – for it is, you know. Of course it is hard to think that everything is quite right when I am not able to be with you. I can’t ever get myself to think that that is reasonable or bearable. That hideous fact is always foremost in my mind and all my philosophy cannot make me think that it is right. But it must be borne and I always keep myself going by the thought that luck which wangled five weeks for us has good things in store for us. I hope – and I do not see why I shouldn’t – that the result of this latest demand from the Base will result in my being sent back. Mind you so far as the life goes here it is far better a thousand times better than in R. and if it weren’t possible to have you I’d lose a leg before I would even think of going back. But I want you Baby, so very much. The discomforts here – well I haven’t had any that’s all, and ordinarily I would love the life. What I want is to go to you down there on la ferme – anywhere just to be with you to love you and be with you always and to know that I shall always have you – not perishing every minute with the thought that in a few days – a few hours perhaps I shall be forced to leave you again. That’s the way I feel always, Dear but tonight some how or other I want to give tongue to it.

Already my feet itch for the road. The fascinating part of this is the almost constant moving. Of course when this shift is finished the moves will be short. As they were at first.

It is quite near bedtime and the old Dalrymple says that he will buy me a drink before bedtime. Do you mind? My Dearest I send you all my love

Your own Ross

War Diary

In Billets and Training and lectures under Coy. arrangements. Free issue of stout or ale – 1 bottle per man. Concert (Band) at “B” Coy. H.". 5-6.00 P.M.

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