France, June 19, 1918

Dearest Emma; –

Did not have a letter from you yesterday but the one written on June 14 came this morning. I was, as is always the case, very pleased to hear from you and to know that you are feeling better and more contented.

Have not heard any more about leave and think I shall have to wait as patiently as I can until the leave allotment is extended a little. I should very much like to get over before the summer has quite passed by.

It has rained nearly all day and everything seems to be so much fresher in consequence. Rain was badly needed. I hope though that none has fallen in Germany or Russia. A crop failure in those countries would be a grand and good thing.

Canadian mail came in yester-day. I had two letters from my brother, one from my cousin in Toronto and a bundle of papers from Dr. Chambers. They have had good rains in Western Canada and crop prospects are good. At one time there appeared great danger of a dry season.

Is there much of a food shortage in England? From reading the papers one would conclude that the situation is much better than was the case a year ago. Our rations in the field still keep up to the usual high standard but we have not indulged in strawberries and cream or anything like that. Even fresh vegetables are difficult to buy. Our own garden is helping us out now and we are using the radishes in our mess.

Our concert party has been broken up and unless the boys can get another going some of the entertainment will have to be cut out. The leading lady had to return to duty with his battery. We have two changes pf pictures a week now in the cinema show.

Have not heard from Margaret since I was up two weeks ago to-day. I shall take another run up there the next opportunity that I get. I send you my very best love with this and a hope that we may again meet before many months.

Yours lovingly
Harold W. McGill

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France, June 7, 1918

Dear Emma:-

An attempt was made to entice me into a bridge game this evening but I considered it my duty to first write to my lovely and always adored wife. Your letter of June 3 reached me this morning, having been only 4 days on the way. I think this makes a new record as I am pretty certain that 5 days was the shortest time that any of them took to come heretofore.

The Canadian mail arrived this morning. I had several letters from home and a bundle of papers from Dr. Chambers. Among the letters I had one from Mrs. Clarke and one from my brother Frances, my sister has not been well and I am somewhat worried about her. She has been working very hard.

Do you know I am beginning to think that you will have to give up that work you are doing? Good Lord! Only think of making a meal with two sardines to do it with. Why I could eat a whole box of them quite handily before the soup. You require better rations than that if you are to work until 9 30 at night. Margaret has great faith in Matron in Chief Macdonald and thinks she will eventually find something suitable for you in the Canadian service, but personally, after reading that letter you enclosed to me, I cannot say that I share that confidence. Of course it would be much nicer if you were with a Canadian hospital. In any case do not let the powers that be in that institution impose upon you to the slightest extent. It doesn’t pay.

We had a game of indoor baseball yesterday. It was very hot work for those of us who have done no running for years. Lt. Col. Murphy was playing. When I told him I was too old for the game he asked me my age and upon learning it said I was just ten years older than his daughter. After the baseball game I went to the movies. We had a new film yesterday. The second performance is now going on.

I am wearing the new top shirts you sent me, although I feel guilty in doing so for it is a frightful extravagance. I should have worn out my old ones before starting on the new, but I must confess I like the ones you had sent. However that does not absolve you from blame for having exceeded your orders.

The weather here is not very hot during the days and the nights are quite cool, almost like those of Alberta. I am sure a good rain would be good for everything & everybody and might help to check the German offensive. It begins to look as though that were being held up anyway. The French are putting up a remarkable fight. The Americans are getting into the fight more and more every day, and unless Fritz can pull off something of a really decisive nature during the next two months his chances are probably gone. By that time I may think it worth my while to put in for my leave. There will be nothing doing in that line this month my dear. Most of the leave is being given to the infantry and that is perfectly as it should be.

I see by the wireless that the U. boats have been working off the American coast but apparently they have not done so much damage as first reports indicated.

Good bye for present Sweetheart

Your loving husband

Harold C. McGill

P.S. Many thanks for the envelopes. I am about to use one of them.

H.W. McG.

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