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Date: September 7th 1917
Beulah Bahnsen (wife)
Ralph Watson

7 September, ’17.
V.A.D. Hospital,

But K., poor old K. What can we say? Somehow I think K. had a hunch. He was so different from his usual optimistic self; he was so worried not getting his leave; he wanted to get married. But fancy the rotten luck! A fortune in a gold mine in B.C., and a really lovely girl! Now, all gone — for what?

I remember the last words I spoke to him. We stood, he and F. and I, “on the top.” Loos was half a mile behind us — Lens in front. All was desolation; it was evening. We spoke of the coming scrap. K. thought it was going to be easy; but it wasn’t the real K. who said it. We stood there quite a time. There was no need to dodge the shells; they were all dropping just behind us. He joked me about my “bunged-up” eyes; it was after I was gassed, and before it had begun to work on me. Poor K.! I’ll call on his people, when I go on leave; they are in London. He told me if anything happened to write to his girl. How can I do that? I couldn’t. His mother must do it.

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