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Page contains a 19-page typescript of a letter written by Georges Destrubé for his family, May 2-25, 1917.
- [start page] FRANCE: May 2nd 1917. Dear Folk, I have alrady written you explaining that I am near the line but not actually in the Trenches. The Battalion has been in the Line again and we shall join them when it comes out - that is in a few days. I so happens (sic) that we are stationed in the neighbourhood we occupied this very time last year. During the day we are not idle and our time is occupied much the same as usual, knocking about the billet or strolling down into the village for a <del>chat</del> change, doing the same old things, but Oh how different now - without Guy and Paul. I knock about with two chaps - decent chaps - but who could replace and supply the want I feel for Guy and Paul. How many delightful afternoons and evenings we spent together in these aprts, stopping at estaminet or farmhouse, chumming up with the good old folk: and just here is a pleasant part of rural France - (good old France), - and the weather is as glorious as it was here this time last year, which all helps to make memories more real and vivid. How keenly I miss them. When I come out of the billet I sometimes stop instinctively, stop and turn round half expecting to see Guy and Paul following - as of old. But now I go alone, and even should I go along with a chap or two, I feel alone, as it amounts to the same thing. I still laugh and still rag with the other chaps on every possible occasion, but my laugh is not from the heart: I create [end page]
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