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

7 June 1945

My sweet darling,

Everyone has gone to the ball. To dance. So I am here alone. For my dancing – My god- you know I whistle the tune, I tap the rhythm with my feet, but I forget the movements. The bear, it’s the dance of the bear. Ours, exclusively ours. So I am here alone. But actually not lone, because you are with me. ***He keeps reminding her of Maadi, of the times they’ve been together**** One terrible, cruel thought dominates the others: the fear of no longer seeing you. The thought of having before us this vast mysterious stretch of water between us has literally wiped me out. For unlike the others, I did not go into the unknown. I had been to war, I knew it. I also knew what war was. I knew that it was the bomb, the cannon, destruction, death and what is worse, all the terrible noise of death. And although I’m not made of the stuff of heroes, it was not that that caused me terror. It was fear of that fluid distance, of that sea which always raises in me inferiority complexes, of that deep hidden water, that you understood and that I understood: the marvellous union of our hearts…. I remember Alexandria… I waited for you there, but you didn’t come. Rather, you came, but too late; the sea was already between us. It was a painful moment 

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