Dearest Emma; –
Three days ago I had two letters from you, the one written June 7 and the one written June 9. To day three came to hand, those written on June 10, 11, 12, respectively. I must tender you my most abject apology for not having sent you a letter during the past four days. To tell you the truth I must say that I was knocked out by a sharp attack of influenza. I did think of sending you a whizz bang, but remembered in time that you had issued me instructions not to mail you any of them except when I was in the line. I was quite ill for a couple days but feel alright again now although I did not go on duty this morning. The day before yesterday was my worst time. I did my work in the morning but went to bed in the afternoon. Yesterday I did not dress at all and I stayed in bed until nearly noon to day.
Am very pleased to know that you are having it a little easier in the hospital and hope that the tonic that the MD. prescribed may be of some assistance to you. What ever else you do stop working before you play yourself out. I do not wish to have my wife an invalid for our next leave, besides which of course it would not be nice for you either.
How are you off for funds? It must be nearly time for me to be sending a cheque. Please let me have the bill of that haberdashery you bought for me and I can add the amount to the next cheque I forward.
Canadian mail came in while I was ill in bed but one letter from my brother was all I drew. I must try to write to Mrs. Clarke of Calgary soon, and also to Elo thanking her for the fruit cake which was fine. We had had it on the table about twice when the influenza hit me and the cake was entirely too good to outlast the short period of my illness.
The other officers are all off to a football match and I am in sole charge of camp. Shall try to write you at greater length to-morrow.
Your ever loving husband
Harold W. McGill