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Sunday. June 28th.

My darling own darling. I have sent you a
cable & an A.G. - but I can still hardly believe
that it is true. On Thursday when I was writing
I was in pretty low spirits. And on Friday evening,
I was even lower, because I had met another
officer who was being posted home, & his reasons
seemed to be much less serious than ours.

And then yesterday morning it happened - I
had been down for a [bathe?] before breakfast.
& just as I got back to camp I was called
to the telephone. & told this wonderful, amazing
news. I have been in a complete flat
spin ever since. You can hardly imagine
how I feel. Instead of this endless misery of not
being with you, & no apparent end to it -
I am now leaving here on Thursday, the
next that ever is, & commencing my journey
home to you, my darling, & to Maxie.

Just when I shall arrive, goodness only know knows, but
I go first to the I.B.D & hope to leave there
soon & embark for home. And I imagine
arriving in England - or Scotland - about the middle