Love Letters

Love Letters
136 letters from 1918, WWI

Friday, February 21, 2014

Letter 96


Letter 96

                                                                                                                                Vandiers, France

                                                                                                                                6:30 P. M.

                                                                                                                                Dec. 1st 1918

To My Dear Sweetheart,

                Sunday once more, but it’s nearly gone. I could not let Sunday slip by without telling you that my love still burns deep in my heart. I am still enjoying myself and feeling fine except I have a cold, which most of the fellows have.  For the weather is damp and chilly at times. I haven’t received any mail since last Sunday dear, so you will just have to take what may come to my mind. I’m still working on the railroad, but our work is coming to and end. I saw Geo. last Friday.  They came to help us out with our work.   I wanted him to come and visit with me, but he could not find time to.  He is feeling fine, but did I tell you I received a letter from Mrs. Blood? She said she had seen you.  Now don’t you think I’m trying to tell an untruth,  but she said you have her beat for looks.  She thought you were very nice.   Well dear, she hasn’t anything on me, for I think that myself, in fact I know it to be true.

                Well we heard a great many reports as what we are going to do this winter.  One is that we will be home before Christmas,  and the other is that we have been assigned to the army of occupation, and will go to Luxemburg. It surely will be some trip.  We have had a much better chance than most of the other men in this Division. We (Engr’s) are the only ones that have had a chance to see the recent fighting trenches of the Allies and Germany on and near Metz.  Some of the infantry were in the trenches near a Elbach, but they were quiet compared to there, for there are really tremendous trenches and dugouts.

                Some of the civilians are coming back now.  There is one whom I pass daily.  I am going to miss him.  He found a German cap in his home.  He picked it up through it out into the road and said ‘Boche Paw Bon!” meaning, “German, no good!”

                This instance brings to mind another which I experienced last night when going to mess.  The same man).  It was dark, and as I came up beside him, I said good evening to him in French. He returned the same, but dear, if you could have heard the manner in which he gave it you would have felt the same as I did. For he seemed to be in need.  His voice seemed to be longing for something.   But he seem to want to make life more pleasant, and he did that which goes to help one feel better.

           On my way down to mess I told the fellow that he must be hungry, so when I came back I found him sitting on the doorstep.  I asked him if he wished some supper.  He did not dare to say yes, but I gave him part of my dinner anyway.  He thanked me very kindly and kissed me on my hand, he surely was toughed all over.   I surely feel sorry for those who are returning to find everything they loved and owned stolen or broken to pieces.

                Today I’ve been to church, that is, what once was a church.  Now all the windows are broken and the one side has been blown to pieces. The seats are covered with pieces of plaster and rock. It surely was something to be remembered. The Chaplin took as his subject the Apostle of Paul to the Ephesians, which is your father’s favorite.

                I suppose you are all rejoicing over the birthday of Lady Norine, for she is one year old today. I’m not there to kiss her so you do it for me?  Do you remember where I was a year ago when that took place? Well dear, if I were home now I surely would go and see her, for she must feel blue to have never met me.

                Well dear sweetheart if anyone ever had true love burning in their soul, I have.  For I seem to get closer to you every day, and I long for the time when I’ll be permitted to return home to you. You have often mentioned the beautiful pictures of the future for just us two.  Well dear, I surely can picture such things myself and often dreamed about them. The last two nights I dreamed I was home but to my surprise, when I awoke I felt cheated to find myself in France. May God ever guide and protect you is the blessing and loving wished of your waiting sweetheart.

 

                                                                                XXXXXX 

                                                                                Your loving soldier boy, Henry

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