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View of loose item on ScrpBk1_06-verso: typescript of letter written by Georges Destrubé for his family, May 2-25, 1917. Page 8 of 19.

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  • [start page] - 8 - pleasant Sunday afternoons. We so often went there (taking up considerable room I believe) and enjoyed ourselves so much, and also the pleasant walk there and back. Also what a number of happy week-ends wwe spent with you Pumps at Horsham and Roffey. I shall always remember them as happy days and we managed several agreeable outings and had such luck with the weather. May 13th 1917 A few days ago I was billeted in one of the villages where we were out on Rest a year ago - How painful it was to pass thro' these same streets alone, - on the same cobble pavement where we three were wont to stroll with perhaps Minty Munroe or Robinson. How painful, too, I found it when I entered Estaminets where the good folk recognised me and asked me why I was alone, making necessary the sad explanation. We shifted again last week to a part new to me, but I found within walking distance a certain other village which I referred to before as being the last Rest place we were in before I got wounded. It was a long walk but a grand one and just such lovely weather we had here last year. It was a cross-country walk over kilometres of plowed high land unravaged by war, with great distances in view and the views were peaceful and gorgeous and I was glad to be alone, - alone to think. But I had reached a lane a kilo from the village, a lane we had trod many times before, my recollections of them became so vivid I stopped, - picturing them so clearly strolling up the road to meet me, - for it so happened too I had reached a cross-roads where once before I had thus waited form them at this very spot and at just such an evening hour 13 [end page]
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