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Letter No. 1. Tuesday, 3rd March Major J. H. Massey 6. Pal[illegible]
darling Barbara, I am very sad & depressed. I almost [illegible] broken I know that you will be sad for me when you hear what has happened. Peter was killed yesterday afternoon by a R.A.F. [illegible]. I had just left my office, he of course, had joined me. As I was walking along talking to Ben, I heard a screach [sic] of breaks [sic], then yelping from Peter. I turned around & saw him lying struggling on his back on the road. I raced to him, I saw one back leg very broken. I thought that this was all that was the matter. So I picked him up as gently as I could. I began to carry him to my office. He was crying very much, I immediately [illegible] my ear [illegible] on it, but I did not mind this very much or I thought it helped him. I bent my head down towards one of my hands, he then got his teeth into my thumb. As I carried him along. I decided that I was not going to allow him to be put away & even if two legs were broken, I would look after him until he was better again. And then he went limp in my arms & gave two or three jerks - it was all over. The M.O. came across, but there was nothing to do. The poor little chap must have been knocked to pieces by the truck. Apparently, he had rushed across to have a bark at an Arab, the truck had been coming along & could not stop itself. So I carried him down to my room & put him on his bed outside - & then I cried awhile
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2 helplessly. I have written about him quite a lot, & you must have realized that I was very fond of him & that he was great company for me. And even if I did not say so in so many words, you may have realised for that he meant an awful lot to me. But now that the poor soul has gone, I realise, fully, just how much. You know that I have worked hard - but even so. half my mind has [underline] always [/underlined] been with you, & missing you & thinking about you - & latterly, [mean?] too, & always, as the end of a morning's or a day's work, I have immediately thought about you & you only - & Marie too. And always you see, Peter was with me, & I used to talk to him - I liked to. I had nobody else to talk to anyway. And he used to understand in his way & in any case used to pay attention to me. I got him last March & so I have had him about 360 days - & for at least 300 of those days, I have sat at my table & written to you & [underlined] always] always [/underlined]. Peter has been beside me - sleeping, but still there for me to give a pat to from time to time. And every morning, without fail, [illegible] [illegible], he came in. Peter was up on my bed, licking my face & chasing around, jumping onto the table, & generally being funny. And practically [underlined] everywhere [/underlined] I went about camp, & up to the office & down again - he was always with me, or else turned up, triumphantly, from nowhere. And now I am all alone. Nobody to talk to.
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3 & nobody to come around the place with me. & nobody to be affectionate with me in the morning. You must think me too sentimental, darling - & I know he was only a dog. But I am very lonely. & I have never even wanted any friends. And Peter was my ideal companion. And apart from my loss, he was such a fine dog. Completely independant, & with his own mind about everything & everybody, he was utterly faithful to me. And he was so amazingly fit & strong & muscular. & never had a moment's trouble or illness. I always tried to say that Peter & I are the heathiest people in the [illegible]. [illegible] was in tears too - later [Ben?] came in with big, red wet eyes. Poor [illegible] was very fond of Peter too - & so was dear old Ben & he was sorry for me too, I understood how I was looking. I do feel very lonely & alone without my little Peter & I never missed saying goodnight to him, [illegible], or giving him a kiss. And the lst few weeks he usually insisted on [comeing?] up on my bed. If only they would send me home now - Peter would remain here in Palestine - dead, but never forgotten, because he has done so much for me. Thursday, March 5th I have been having a very busy two days & I am now feeling a little less
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4 chattered, but still very unhappy & lonely. I had been thinking a great deal about [illegible] last weekend - & then on Monday, your letters nos. 77 & 79 arrived, & one of them said quite a lot about her, & described some things about the darling which you had been remembering - & that overwhelmed me with the same memories, & I could not help crying. And it was only two hours later that Peter was wiped out. And I just felt that it was too much - . I asked myself, & I will do, why it is that you & I have to suffer such tragedies. There never seems to be any half way for us. The boy could hvae been born weak - but not [illegible]. And Lisa - she could surely have been ill, as other children are - but [illegible] just swept away from us as she was. And now my dog - surely he could have been hurt or injured - but no - it had to be sadder death, & no chance given to me to do anything for him. I must come home to you soon, & I hope the war end too. And then you & I & [illegible] can begin to build up our lives together. Quite apart from any qualities which you & I may have - . yours. My darling, are very great you & I do seem to have the quality of having wonderful & charming children, who are loved by other people. Lisa was so universally liked & admired, & you know what a gift she had for friendliness. Climbing up the gate at Nab [?] house & saying "Hello" - & "What you doing?" And talking to the old man next
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5. door. And Max sounds to be so much the same. And Peter had the same kind of friendliness & charm, he treated me as an equal & a friend, & was not very popular with so many people. I need to pay a daily round of calls. I have thought about this many times during the last few weeks - remembering Lisa, hearing from you about Marie, knowing Peter, that it is a break & gift, which we have, of dealing with children, our own children, so that they love us & like us & trust & never feel frightened or shy os us - & so they develop very naturally, happily & without complications, & all the very best comes out of them. I must now get away from my own troubles & try & be more cheerful in this letter. And first of all answer some parts of your last last two lovely letters. First of all about the Buffs, darling. I have & am nothing to do with them - & these Palestinian Cay's came [illegible] I remain Cheshire Regt, & wear my mural badges & buttons, that is the way I shall come home. I am what is known as extra - regimentally employed, & am therefore on what is called the "X" , list of the Cheshire Ben out here, & am accounted for on that at a places called G.H.Q. 2nd Echelon, in Cairo, where every regiment & corps out here, has its records & statistics kept. As you said in your letter, the Buffs are a rather swanky & snooty experience regiment, & it would annoy me to be with them.
