Letters to Helen - Impressions of an Artist on the Western Front by Keith Henderson
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myself. I thought it would be _inadvisable_ to miss a post, and I
thought the young lady would forward it on if it was not for her!" It made me laugh as I haven't laughed for a long time. Wasn't it nice and thoughtful. He tells me he duly forged my signature in the left-hand bottom corner. Jorrocks sends his love. "Your little filly" he always calls you. _November 29._ About leave. There's no more chance of it at present, I think, as we are going up to the line again in a week or two, and we want to work off all the men, who haven't had any leave at all, before moving up mudwards, when all leave will be stopped. We are engaged at present in practically rebuilding and making sanitary an entire French village, and in "training," which means all the old dismal tedium of manoeuvres plus spit and polish. These villages are most amazingly ill-built. Swallow this morning lashed out on being bitten by Jezebel, and (dear silly Swallow!) instead of hitting Jezebel, she brought down half the wall of the shed in which they live, which frightened her to such an extent, Hunt tells me, that she allowed Jezebel to eat all her food at midday stables. _November 30._ We move next week, I think, or possibly the week after. |
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