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

16 September 1945

My darling,

Yesterday I received your first letter from France. The first after three months without any news of you…. It was terribly long, darling, and nothing in the world can wipe out the anguish of these last three months. But now at last you are in France. However, that’s the only concrete fact I know. Because yesterday’s letter is so laconic that I would have to not love you or be a complete cretin not to understand its real significance. Without wanting to add to your pain, darling, I must tell you – and I must because of our education a nous deux – that your letter profoundly boulverseed me and awoke in me a vague feeling of unhealthy defeatism. So little one you have a heap of things to talk about with me and it’s better to do it with our looks as witness. Yes, Yvette my loved one, I feel very strongly that you are the prey of grave material problems and still more of moral ones.  I don’t say that I understand them. Perhaps because I don’t want yet to understand them. A stupid form of self-defence and a portee tres courte.

But darling, you know that I love you as I did the first day. So it’s not difficult for me to guess all the complicated things that are happening to you. I say that because I have confidence in your intelligence which will understand my words and also soulage a little your fear and pain. The only thing is that you should understand very very well that my love for you is as powerful as ever. Yesterday’’ letter is short and hides many facts and peines. I dare to believe still that my kisses would give you back to yourself. That’s why I feel so badly about not being able to give you them straight away. You well know what a pietre writer I am when it comes to my feelings. I am always making gaffes. Great gaffes. Then? Then , keep quiet. Even my love for you I must be quiet about. Because my words cannot express it. You need to speak to me face to face. So I will come, darling. I will come quickly, without fear. Your letter arrived too late for me to join you in Grenoble. But I will come to Belmont. Legally or illegally, but I will come. And then you will talk to me and I will listen to you. With my heart. And you will see that I am the only person in the world to whom you can speak your heart with ease. Soon we will see each other, darling. I am, deep down, a little afraid of our meeting.  I fear the triumph of my intelligence. Yvette, my darling little wife, why didn’t you tell me in your last letter that you love me?

Your Henry