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

7 December.

Only a few words. To tell you that yesterday I received at last the packet, your charming gift. A sweater, some razor blades and the Verlaine,

My sweet little darling, I will never be able to make you understand how profoundly your gift moved me. My little Yvette! I immediately put on your sweater. It is beautiful, soft, and warm. It is your sweater, you made it. The wool that your miraculous love for me transformed into a lovely sweater. You know, the gloves of the Irakian desert, I gave them away here a long time ago. Now all the sweet warmth that keeps me from the cold comes from you. The warmth of my heart and of my body. So, quite simply: thank you. Thank you my good, little Yvette.

Since I have received your gift, I begin to hope that you have already received mine. I wait impatiently for your objective view on the question of my taste. I fear that you wont like the brooch. I already know why! You see, I have thought about it. (What idle spirit, that of your husband!)  So then further on a little – and I wont like it any more. The next time I’ll do better.

Excuse me for writing so little now.

The index finger – that’s all- of my right hand is bandaged. A mild infection that will pass in a few days. So nothing to be alarmed about darling! I rely on your good sense (?!)  I really feel very well. I am healthy and I am warm. (Your sweater is really excellent, you know.)

I love you. I embrace you. I caress you tenderly.  I rock you continually, my sweet dear darling.

                         Your

                                    Henry

I am waiting for your new photo. With Ouri I expect.

Again, forgive this short letter.

My finger doesn’t feel too good.

                        Your

                        Henry