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Dvr H.Adler
PAL/30765
650, G.T.Coy R.A.S.C
“B”Platoon
C.M.F

28 October.

Yvette, my well beloved,

At last, today, I received two letters from you. One of the 7^th and the other of the 17^th. And me after three weeks of nervous and painful waiting. Actually until now I have received only three letters to my new address. I know you are not responsible. The mail is irregular, it couldn’t be more. And I imagine that one of these days I will receive the earlier letters. Excuse me, darling, for going on so about the matter of correspondence (what is it compared with the immense flame which is our hearts!)  But my heart pined so terribly for you, my body is so cruelly mortified by being separated from you, my soul, my whole being is strange to me, is halved, is nothing, because without you, my sweet, my beautiful darling Yvette. Then, a letter from you, those sweet words that you murmur for me- oh darling, how can I tell you what they mean to me!  I await them with impatience.  I tear them open with trembling hands and all the time I read them I hear your sweet words so that they fill me quite entirely – my eyes, my mouth, my ears, my feet, my arms, my body, that’s how it is when I read your letters- I feel your hand caress my empty soul, empty because it lacks you.

[I want you etc.]

I wonder if you have received my letters. You don’t mention that. I am worried by your worry. I have sent you a pile of letters and I only know that you have received the first one. Several days ago, I sent you a little gift. I wonder whether you have received it. You mention in your letters that you have met several of my former comrades. It seems that they know me. But I can’t manage to recall them.  In any case, I am pleased that I have not turned in the same way as that German Jew.  And I am so pleased to know that if I had you would not love me.

I am very sorry not to have met Andre.  How instructive that conversation would have been for me.

Darling, you are in my living heart. And I love you so sweetly and peaceably that it brings tears to my eyes. Oh, to be able to touch your lips with mine! To touch your skin with my fingers!  When, when will that be possible again?

Love me darling, as you do now. And wait for me, little one, it will be beautiful afterwards.

I embrace you

Your

Henri.

Say hello to Adina.

Yesterday, my officer asked me specially to send you his very warm greetings. H

I have lost my fountain pen.  Back to pencil again.