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

15 December.

The last news I have had of you, darling, was the sweater that I am wearing, that protects me so well from the cold. Since then- nothing. I would very much like to know how to attribute this gap – your good week in Palestine – that makes me feel very queer when the mail arrives without anything from my little one.

Yesterday I received a lovely photo from Australia. Of little John – our nephew- dedicated  “To Yvette and Henri, with love.” He is stunning, this little fellow. A very good looking kid! I am almost jealous of him.

It makes me even more anxious to receive the other photo that you promised me of you and our Ouri. I am very impatient to receive your next letter in which you will tell me about the little one. To tell you the truth, I am already a little anxious not to have received anything before this.

I fear that your latest meeting with the little one and his attendants has badly upset you, tortures you and makes you angry with everyone. My word, darling, I understand you. I feel for you. You must overcome it. You must. Its not that I want to console you stupidly with loving words. Words can achieve nothing. You love Ouri. And you want him for yourself, for he is your little one. That is understood. But darling, so that he will be yours, you must surmount with dignity this cruel time for you and for him as for the entire world. All that will change and when the means permit it, we will put in train the way to lead Ouri to his true place: with you in your home full of love, of goodness and of beauty.

Now while waiting there is really nothing that one can do. While waiting, darling, my adored little Yvette, his situation is very much better than that of the little Jeans, Pierrots, Ivans, Hans and Luiggi’s of bloody Europe.

And then, you know that I love you with Ouri. And I love you both more and more, that it is impossible for such a love not to find a means to allow us to go towards a peaceful happiness.

Yvette my little one, you see there is nothing, no obstacle, no setback, which can break the ambition, the only ambition that possesses me; to wipe out the bitterness that life has built up in you. TO wipe it out with my love and with our common work to give back to man his dignity, peace and liberty.

In one of my last letters I made you laugh when I talked of   “my old age”. It is good that you laughed. I laugh at it myself. Think of what you have said to me so often; those long and beautiful years we have before us, those years of love and struggle. So much beauty awaits us.  The world. Mankind. Love, darling, the love of each day, each hour of the day and each minute of the hour. Our beautiful, healthy, good love which never ends and which will never end.  We will have our tranquil little corner, we will have Ouri and we will have another little one and we will live together so well in the atmosphere of total love and constant action.

Is it not you, my wisdom, who said it? Is it not you who said that for all that there must at first be a world at peace, humanity liberated from the criminals. So you see, I take it as said and I take it for myself.

Darling, darling, darling, my little darling, you don’t know how much I want to hold you in my arms. To look at your eyes. Into your eyes. To hold you and caress you and whisper into your ears my desire for you, a vibrant desire, the beautiful desire which lacerates my entrails but which makes me live. Which makes me live happily. Happily as never before. Good, beautiful, powerful desire! For you. Only for you. Oh little Yvette, my little unique one- To play with your hair, to play with you nose. Ro feel your body living under my touch. To feel the good heat of your body – in your body. TO love you, to love you. To fold you in my arms in my legs. In my heart. To feel your tongue in my mouth. The water of your mouth running into my throat, into my chest, into my being.  To wrap myself in you, my sweet one, to wrap myself and to rise with you, near you, because of you into the blue heights, where everything disappears nothing remains but the tender blue of our naked bodies – where nothing lives save you and me, and me in you. Where my eyes, my mouth, my muscles, my belly, my heart, my limbs, my whole being, all me senses are filled with you, with your vibrant body penetrating me, because inhabited by me.

Oh, the beautiful desire for you Yvette! It is always present and it is the beginning and the end. It is for that that I began my life. It is that which keeps me alive.

                        Your

                                    Henri

Have you received the packet at last? I embrace you little one tenderly, so tenderly.  H