France, March 10, 1918

My very dear wife; –

Your letter of March 5 is to hand this afternoon. It is a most beautiful day and I wish I could have a walk with you through the woods you spoke of in a former letter. I took a short walk this afternoon but was not away very long. When I came back I read your letter and several from Canada (Yours first of course) and then after that had a bath and change of clothes. I am at present wearing “Slacks” and feel quite as though I were on leave. After dinner I am going to walk up to Hq. and have a game of bridge.

My letter of yesterday was such a perfectly dreadful one that I felt that I must write you again this afternoon and assure you that I do and expect to always love you dearly even if I sometimes act and write like a savage. I suppose though that savages also love their wives despite the fact that they sometimes give strange proofs of their affection.

The day is to fine out that it seems that we should be soon coming to the end of the war. Really we are just starting a new war or the second phase of the first one. My dear, when peace finally comes I shall never want to leave your side again but until that comes the first thought and effort of everyone must be to circumvent the designs of the Hun.

This is March 10 and Margaret’s birthday so I shall have to write to her after I finish this. It is just 3 months ago to day since Col. Hewgill and I went out to Broadlands, and you met me at the door. You were wearing the purple or perhaps you call it lavender coloured dress in which I thought you looked very pretty. The fact that 3 whole months have gone since then makes me think that I shall soon have a chance to see you again. I am sending to my tailors for samples of material for a new serge and pair of riding breeches, for one must be well dressed while on leave in company with a particular wife of dainty tastes. I shall also forward my bank book to London in order to find out if I shall be able to take advantage of my leave warrant when it does really come.

Yours with greatest love
Harold W. McGill

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France, Jan 20, 1918

Dear Emma;

I wrote you yesterday but as you write nearly every day and I dearly like to get your letters I shall write again to day in the faint hope that my poor epistle may be similarly through to a lesser degree welcome.

Your two letters of Jan. 14 & 15 came to hand yesterday afternoon after I had sent off mine. Who is Capt Millar?; I don’t think I ever heard of him before. I remember Lt. Cameron very well. He is quite an athlete and was wounded at Passchendaele. I saw him when he was going through the dressing station. I am pleased to know that he has made a good recovery. Please give him my kind regards should you see him again.

How do you manage to get such a tone of affection in your letters? I wish I could tell you how much I love you and how greatly I miss you but my powers of expression are not equal to the occasion. Do you think that being married detracts from a man’s value as a soldier? I am afraid of it for many times a day I catch myself counting up the months that must elapse before my leave again comes due and I am able to spend that precious two weeks with you. And it isn’t right that an officer should be thinking too much about his leave; he is just liable to think less than he should about his duty. The next time we shall run away and have a honeymoon again all to ourselves. It’s a terror, when you come to think of it, the number of people and friends we spent so many of our precious hours with. We seemed always to have somebody with us from the time we came down stairs in the morning, only of course you did not always get up and then I was quite alone. Do not think dear that I am sorry we met the aforementioned friends, we could not have done otherwise, remaining as we did in London, only “next time” we shall not remain in London.

Got a letter written to my sister Frances to night but have 8 other unanswered Christmas letters on hand.

Good night my love.

Your husband
Harold W. McGill

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