18th December 1915
A very short note; Arthur has had a ROTTEN day; he is writing from his fleabag in the cellar; tomorrow morning at 3am they move up to the front line.
Arthur to Dollie
In my fleabag, & also in the cellar, 10pm
Just a short note, dear, for I’m awfully weary & to-day has been a ROTTEN day. At any rate we go up to-morrow at 3am. I must write to explain all when I get up there. Thank God, I am fit. Please heaven dear, you’re feeling the same.
Well, dear, I’m going to say Goodnight. I can’t keep my eyes open, so with all my love …