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Letter No. 95. Tuesday. Jan 27th

Major J.H. Massey
6 Palestinian Coy. The Buffs
M.E.F.

My sweetest darling.

It is a wonderful thing, & very fortunate too,
that you love me & are interested in all that I do, &
that without fear of [boring ?] you, I may write about the
past & the future. Because the present is so dull &
uninteresting, I am so glum. My last letter, in
reply to yours on the same theme, was mostly about
my love & faithfulness to you. I hope you did not remark
that I said nothing at all about your love & faithfulness
to me. But, sweetheart, you have told me to believe you
& believe in you - & I do. I cannot bear to think about
you not loving me - far less to write about it - & being
unfaithful to me. And I cannot think for a moment that
you would be unfaithful to me unless you were also
to stop loving me - in which case it would hardly be
unfaithfulness. And you always, or nearly always, tell me that you
love me & you would never say such a thing
unless you meant it. So, darling dearest, let me talk no
more about that awful subject & only talk about
love. I am more lovesick about you than in love
with you just now. The news has been depressing
the last few days. I nearly wept when the news came
through that we were being heavily counter attacked
in Lybia & more or less coming back again. Perhaps &
I hope to God it is so, we shall contain this counter
attack & then carry on again & finish off the Nazis
& the [Saps?] in N. Africa. But if not, I cannot
help thinking, of course, about how the end is