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

29 October 1942

I imagine, my dear little Yvette, that you have been impatient and on edge at not having received any news of me for a whole week. Since we saw each other I haven’t been able to write one single letter. For days ago we began to move and today is my first stop. So I am writing to you. My best loved wife, do not let the shortage of letters, darling, affect your heart. I love you so deeply that neither one letter more or less can wipe your image from my heart. I know that it is the same thing for you.

I have travelled 800 beautiful but tiring kilometres.  Such marvellous things have passed before my eyes. The colour of both earth and sky has changed. After leaving my rocky desert I found myself all of a sudden in a green valley.  Greenery, water, cattle, villages filled with kids, in rags and tatters but with lovely faces and happy smiles – all that, like the telegraph poles on the desert roads, was only the background, the depth of a painting that my eyes were contemplating. For the painting itself was a miserable cab and the two of us, arms intertwined, eyes on each other, lips murmuring those words that came from the very depth of our joint love. It’s not long since it was a reality. Scarcely 11 days But in these eleven days I have had the chance to see so many impressive things that normally our days together would pale a little. But no. Nothing of that, darling. An earthquake would change nothing .Not neither the most intense joy, Nor the most cruel suffering could chase from my head and heart the memory of our lovely marriage day.  Darling, darling, I will never love you more strongly, because I cannot love more than I do now. But I know also that forever, for all my life, that will be so. And I am so happy about it, happy, joyous and strong.

I am now very close to you (I talk of kilometres) and I will do all I can to come and see you one day (Saturday or Sunday) to settle the official formalities of our marriage. Love me, just as you do now, my darling, I beg and thank you. I have run out of time.  Forgive me. I love you little one.

Your Henri.

I have just received the handkerchiefs. Thanks.