Saturday afternoon 16 October 1943
Carol, my darling: There are times when a special period must be set aside for writing. To take any old time, when one's mind is occupied with many matters and when one is tired, is simply not good enough. The mood has been growing stronger until this afternoon when no matter what happens it is imperative
that all else go by the board and I talk to you. It seems the only method of demonstration and I could wish that it might bring a relief of the enormous store of loving energy. In the most joyously beautiful letters from you which arrived last night. I sensed your talking to me in just that way and I am aware again of the indescribable power of the love that holds us. You are incorrect in one conception only my dear. You must
know that my love for you is limitless, and concerns you yourself, as well as all you do and all you say and think. And regardless of what you may think you are your own referee sweetheart. In simple words I adore you, yes, without you telling me of your attractiveness the night of the "Middleton tour" dance. But I am glad to have you to tell me of yourself although it increases my longing, almost painfully. What a pity that the the standards of social intercourse suffer in war. And yet darling the lowering itself seems to accentuate the tried values, and renders them all the more desirable when found. and one does find them. Self assurance? Of course! It is a part of you. Your letters are grand and really I exist these days because of them. Here it is a Saturday afternoon with all my desires and urges as of old. Climate and atmosphere very much like ours in October. We are beginning to wind up this particular phase after a very arduous two weeks and one senses the slackening pace. We are on the perimeter of a town. It is dirty and unattractive. Next to talking to you the most attractive activity would be a walk. I may do that. I wish I could tell you more about our work. Movement is so rapid that we detach one company only to keep pace with the forward troops. One of our jobs is to maintain contact with them, a difficult task in a few days of movement. Then we find ourselves back for enough to hold and treat the casualties and sick. In such a circumstance we really "go to town" and by devious ways procure and enormous quantity of items for their care and comfort. It would stagger you if I told you the number of patients under our care and we, of course, are thrilled over it. But the Canadian soldier earns and demands a tremendous respect for what he is doing and when he gets back here my motto is "nothing is too good". Officers become imbued with the same spirit and the men, [ncv's?] and orderlies persist.