1917

Joan Chamberlinn

October 2, 1917

Dearest Joan,

Half a year has passed from the time I was first drafted to the moment I write this letter, and not a day goes by that I don't think about you. It has been so long since I have last seen you, my sister, and Mr. Lawler. I long to go home and hold you in my arms, at least once more. I expect to be home by Christmastime. I've heard from more experienced soldiers that during the Christmas of 1914, soldiers from both sides temporarily stopped fighting and called a Christmas Truce. Hopefully this will be the case this December. All the other men have already begun to imagine what their wives will prepare for a Christmas meal. This December, I can see myself enjoying the season with all the people I love, roasting chestnuts and laughing. And one day in the near future, I see myself standing at an altar and taking you as my wife. Keep up your spirits, dear Joan, for that day will come more quickly than it seems. How is the weather in England? I know how much you love the overcast skies, so I shall pray for a cleansing rain to wash over that bustling city. We are back in France for the time being. The blistering heat had finally subsided about a month ago, much to the great relief of every soldier burdened by the weight of their thick uniforms. All is well over here, so please be happy, for I can rest easily if only to hear of your contentedness. Please continue to try your hardest in your studies and stay joyful in this season.

All my love,

Private Anthony Harvey