Original Letter


29th Nov. 1917.

My Dearest Maidie:–

There isn’t anything a very heap startling doing to-day – it was just an ordinary drab kind of a day until your letter came with its clipping from “Country Life” and your remarks thereon. You size things up neatly and concisely but I shall never “durn the Yank”. I think that we need them badly and perhaps before the end shall need them worse still. Gerard is trying to throw a scare into his people to waken them up. Belloc took up his twelve million men story in the last “Land & Water” I had before I left Rouen and tore it to pieces  Of course that is not proving that there is no truth in Gerard’s statements  Bill Leicester declares that England by having Free Trade is responsible for the war, and marshals a convincing array of facts to prove it. But the fact remains that Free Trade did not develop until long after 1841 and before that even this war was being planned. I think therefore that Bill still looks at the thing through the eyes of a politician. And probably politics more than anything else is responsible for this holocaust. If in every country the men in power had had clear vision and common sense, had had the interests of the people at heart instead of trying to further themselves – if this sort of thing had prevailed I am sure that there would have been no war. Personally I am ‘agin’ politics and question very much if the men who let their whiskers grow and throw bombs aren’t the true pilots. Some times I really try to figure this out satisfactorily, but what’s the use. I often wonder too if one would be any happier or satisfied if one did know absolutely every detail every motive that actuated the starting of the war. I rather think that it is better as it is.

Well, anyway that is a minor detail. The big worry that worries me twenty four hours per day is that I am away from you. Now why should that be? That is the most irrational (is there any such word as irrational?) thing in all this irrational world. I want you, Dearest, I want to look into your wonderful eyes and try and read the miracles in them. I want to listen to your voice to love you and to be loved. Your letters are beautiful and bring you very close to me  I know you love me ever so but I want to be with you, I do, and I don’t care what anyone says so there! I do adore you to-day, my own Maidie. I just don’t do anything else.

Your own


[On the back of the page above, this is written:]
You know I think that a great scheme about the Christmas Cards. Please do send me a list.


War Diary

8.00 A.M. The Battalion marched to Training Area where the usual classes were held, and the men not included in the Classes were put through Musketry. ... in the afternoon the men went to the Baths.

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