1914
The Great War had just begun and two British newlyweds exchange letters as the conflict escalates on the Western front; one of them on land, the other in the trenches.
They share tenderness, compassion and comfort.
[an epistolary novel]
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To my Rose,
What a wonderful surprise. This present really lit my spirit. When I opened the book I could almost see a warm light shining out of it. I won't really have the time to read it right now, for a while at least, but when things get calmer I'll be sure to finish it. I'll send you quotes and bits from it so you know I'm reading.
Oh I don't know how to thank you, I wish I could give your lips the satisfaction of meeting mine.
Not related but I miss the song of birds, and the colour of the sky. It has been completely gray for weeks now, and I suppose it is going to stay that way for a time.
The conflict is persistent, we're up day and night, and night and day. If your letters weren't dated I would have lost the concept of time's passage long ago.
When Kelly was, as a true Catholic, praying yesterday, before lunch, he invited me to join him. I felt that refusing would be impolite, so I did. I must say, I enjoyed it. It felt right. After a while, some other men started praying, too, and it was this beautiful moment of unity and peace. We had something to look up to, something that was bigger than us. Hope, I guess.
