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Dvr H.Adler
PAL/30775
650, G.T.Coy R.A.S.C
“B”Platoon  

June

I am sitting now in a little isolated “Naafi”, my darling.  No one else. There is only me, at a table, writing. I am entirely alone.  With you.

It’s very hot outside. It is near midday and the sun- you know how disagreeable it can be. But here, in this deserted room, it is cool, pleasant, almost restful. It is stupid, this room.  Really. Nothing beautiful. White walls, but very dirty. They are decorated with  “Price-lists” (eng), “regulations”, and orders of the day and also by some insignificant (trivial, unimportant?) pictures of Arab women carrying their traditional pitchers on their heads. The ten little tables are all covered with colours whose combination doesn’t please me. It is full of cream-yellow and green. I don’t like that. It really doesn’t make a happy effect. The chairs, painted in the same fashion are there to prove the good intentions of the decorator. The door is large open, and lets in generously, all the disagreeable light of the Palestinian midday and all the horrible boredom, which is a military camp.  So you see what can attract the eyes.  The best thing is to keep them closed and let imagination carry you away. To give free reign to your thoughts. It’s what I have been doing for the last two hours.[…] I love you also when I’m asleep, I love you in my relations with the men and things which surround me, in my thoughts and in my gestures, as insignificant as they might be.

As far as we are concerned, the proverb “everything in its place” is ridiculous. You are everywhere and always.  A heart with drawers (coeur-aux-tiroires) doesn’t exist.  That is no longer a heart.

Darling, my little darling. I love you Yvette, you know. I love you continually. I love you with each beat of my heart, I love you each time I breathe air into my lungs, I love you with each word that I speak, with each thought that I think.  I love you Yvette. Yvette my well, well, beloved.

I know so well, my God, so well, that all my previous life led to you. I was waiting for you so long. And I found you. And now I keep you within me as each man keeps within him the will to live […]

Your Henry

PS. Darling,

Three days ago I was in Tel Aviv to sign all sorts of documents for all sorts of personalities before finally settling your family allowance.

If you have not yet been paid it is because the formalities were not finalised. Now, everything at last is in order. [..]

I embrace you tenderly

Henri.