Wallace's Tent on Salisbury Plain

Wallace's Tent on Salisbury Plain
Writing a letter with candle on clipboard, see Oct. 16 letter

Monday, July 25, 2022

February 21, 1945 Wednesday

[V-Mail]

France


Dearest,

I am free as a bird – flying across France looking for my nest. Less poetically, I’m trying to hitchhike to my outfit. Am spending the night with a QM shower bath company, no less. It all seems poetic because I have seen the old, moated, cobblestoned town of Toul. Fascinating.

Thought how fine it would be for us to travel in this sector. We could learn and see a lot of things. We must do it sometime. Meantime, I’ll see what I can of it and make believe you are here, too. You seem so close when I go around looking, alone.

All my love,

Wallace

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