Dearest Emma; –
Did not have any letters from you yesterday or the day before but the one you wrote on April 29 arrived to-day. Now my dear girl, I don’t wish you to take what I said about buying articles of household equipment too much to heart. By all means if you see anything that you fancy, and which you think might contribute to our future happiness & well being, buy it, i.e. if I send you enough funds to enable you to do so. I fear that you will not be able to do any extensive shopping on what you can save from the pittance I am able to contribute to your monthly income. I shall therefore expect you to be able to show me a few pieces of superfine linen for our “Little grey home in the West” when we next meet.
Yesterday was a peculiar sort of day. The morning was fine but heavy showers of rain kept coming on all day with bright sunshiney intervals between squalls of rain. I did not go out horseback riding as I had intended but went off in a car going up towards the line. I saw some men of the old battalion on the street of a village so I got off the car and questioned them with the result that I found that two companies were in the village and the other two with Hq. in the adjoining town. I called on A & B companies who were messing together and saw Major Hornby and Captain Tucker, the respective company C.O.s. They were just going over the Bn. Hq. to a conference so I went along. Major Doughty is now m/c of the battalion. After the conference we had afternoon tea in the Hq. mess. There were 11 at the table and Capt. Petty called attention to the fact that 8 of these had come overseas with the original battalion. In the evening I walked back and had dinner with the combined A & B mess, and afterwards walked back to my own unit, which I reached just at dark. Col. Bell is now a Brigadier General and is in command of the brigade. I am very pleased that he has at last obtained that which has been due him for such a long time.
Had a bath in a time tub this afternoon. I have finally decided to discard one suit of underwear and the top shirt to which you had such a pronounced aversion. The cuffs were becoming very ragged and the sleeves were nearly worn through the cuffs were hanging down and showing at the wrists. I had some idea of cutting the sleeves off and wearing the balance of the garment during the remainder of the summer but finally decided to make a complete sacrifice.
Am pleased to know that your had such a good time at the Drysdales but feel very sorry that Miss Reid is not improving any in health. The poor girl I fear will have to return to Canada but what then?
Have not heard from Margaret for a week or more. I presume she is now kept very busy. I wrote to my cousin in Toronto to-day and when I answer the letters from Herb and one or two others I shall be again caught up with my correspondence.
I dream about you nearly every night. This may mean that I am soon going on leave but more likely that I very much wish to be with you once more. The latter is true any way.
Your very fond husband
Harold W. McGill