Dvr. H.Adler

No 30765
179 Gen Tnpt Coy
R.A.S.C
M.E.F

October 1942

My dear little wife,

I haven’t written to you for fully six days. So I feel guilty. But little Yvette, I am right at the end of my tether. The endless, restless waiting for our meeting has produced a horrible tension in me. It haunts me and fills my head and my heart. I can’t get away from this happiness which makes me suffer so terribly. Not for an instant. I am a little bundle of sensitive nerves and everyone well realises it.

The whole day is nothing but a chain of thoughts that all lead to my beloved Yvette and to the glorious day when I will clasp her in my impatient arms and love her to whom I offer all my past life and my life to come.

The whole night is nothing but a heavy dream. Oh Yvette, when My God, when will I be able to assuage this thirst! To see you, Yvette, at last to be able to rest my aching head near the woman who loves me as I love her. It is you, Yvette.

Darling, what makes me suffer horribly is the uncertainty I see my holidays, our holidays.

Vague rumours are sweeping through our unit.  Very sad rumours. It appears that that when my turn comes there will be no more leave granted. Or rather, there will be, but a little later. So you see darling, that I have all the reasons to be in a nasty, depressed state of mind. To have waited so long, with every fibre of my being, and then not to be able to realise my most profound desire. If what they say is true, Yvette my little one, how could I bear it? Doubtless I will bear it but at the price of what torments! Torments which will leave forever hideous traces on all my being. Oh Yvette, Yvette!

I wrote to you in an earlier letter that I can leave here on the 8^th November. Officially nothing has changed. And it may be that I am causing you and myself unnecessary heartache.  I don’t know how the thing looks to you but here as you see it is complicated. I was supposed to leave on the 27^th; I moved it to the 8^th November and that still remains the only change being uncertainty. When I know for sure, I will telegraph you. I will be good if you can arrange things for the 8^th and you mustn’t spoil you holidays on my account. I want you to go to Palestine and see the little one. That will do you both – and me- good. Forgive this nervous letter. That is unimportant. What is important is that I love you my little Yvette, I love you.

Your Henri.

I work a lot and still my head, despite its fatigue, is always close to you. Without fuller information I can say nothing about Momie.