Henri to Yvette.

650 GT Coy
Italy

23 August

Three days ago I returned from my holidays. I came down from the green and silent mountains and entered again the monotonous and irritating daily life of the military camp…. I spent six lovely days with you…

Paris is the order of the day. Like Warsaw. Provence liberated from the Nazi yoke and the whole of Europe wakes to the echo of the triumphant march from East to West. The day is no longer far off. It is very close. And what fills me with limitless joy is the part the French people themselves are playing in their liberation. There is the flat contradiction to the gratuitous assertions of General Smuts about the grandeur of France. The French people with the conquest of liberty will reconstruct the grandeur of France. Not a Lavalist grandeur, nor that of the time of Munich. But a grandeur consistent with the welfare of the people and the solidarity of the peoples.

Paris is the order of the day and that by itself is a whole poem. Oh how my heart os impatient! Darling it is two weeks since I heard from you. Not even confirmation of the money I sent you. But I am not worried. Because I love you. Your Henri.

It’s possible that I will soon see Helene. (@@ censored way of saying he may soon be in France)