France, June 21, 1918

Dear Wife; –

Your letters of June 15 & 16 respectively came to hand this morning. I am so pleased that you are feeling better. Are you getting enough to eat. I hope there is not Tb. in your hospital. If there is keep away from it, you had your shared of that stuff down at the hospital in Bramshott. Anyway your last few letters have relieved my anxiety somewhat & made me feel a lot more cheerful. I dream about you nearly every night. Sometimes in my dreams we are together in England and at other times back in Canada. Last night we were having a great time trying to catch our train for Liverpool in order to take ship for Canada.

I had some Canadian letters this morning, one from my sister Frances & one from Dr. Chambers. Chambers sent his kind regards and wished to know if you had yet acquired the proper accent. He said Miss Murphy often inquired for both of us.

We have just finished dinner. There is a drizzling rain falling which means that we shall not be bothered by Hun bombing planes to-night. They have not been bothering us much lately anyway. I suppose they are all busy on the more active fronts. Last evening we had a late dinner as most of us went off to the picture show. I shall soon be quite a movie fan.

I hope you are able to get out quite a bit and see your friends. I do not mind where you go or whom you see provided you refrain making special visits to German officer prisoners. Did you see that account in the papers of the young officer being court martialed because he remonstrated with the commandant of a prison camp for allowing certain prisoners special visitor privelages? The visitor who had a special pass was the wife of the under secretary of the blockade. Ye Gods! Is it any wonder that the people are suspicious of the government? Hearing things like that make one positively ill. What in the devil is the matter with the English anyway? The ones that amount to anything turn out to be mostly Scotch or Welsh.

Am very sorry that you are anxious about your cousin, at least I am sorry that you have failed to hear from him for so long a time. Let us hope though that he is alright.

The Americans have been engaged in some very heavy fighting lately and have given a good account of themselves.

No dear I never tire of having you tell me you love me. The effect of the pleasant surprise never seems to wear away. I shall never cease to wonder though how it happened.

I have now 5 manuvered letters from my brother and must really try to write him to night. Good night my loved one.

Your loving husband
Harold W. McGill

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