F.q. Ward,
West Section.
Middlesex War Hospital
Napsbury, near St Albans.
June 6., '17.

My dear Lulu

Today I received two fine letters from you, and so it is a sort of red letter day. Here we have Sundays & Wednesdays as 'visiting' days, & this is one of them, so it was like two visits from you.

I would like to picture 'visiting day', & the different types of visitors to you, but will spend a night sometime when I get 'home' telling you about it & them. The slow, hesitating step as they enter the ward; the quick, anxious, enquiring glance around; the the inexpressible joy that leaps to their eyes as they spy "the" beloved patient. The quickened step, the gentle kiss, & the look of gentle pity, the hushed voice as they seat themselves at the bedside have many a time made a lump come to my throat, & a feeling of great gladness come to my heart. The world is so full of love, Lulu, & this war only seems to show how pure & beautiful it is. Then the funny side comes too, but I must leave it. I will tell you someday of Mrs Page visiting Mr Page, of the 'general's wife' who comes & 'sings' for us & take selected ones to tea in her 'phaeton' when able to get up; of timid Red Cross 'Canadian' visitors who have never seen Canada; of the difference between the visit of a 'wife' & 'sister'; of Tommy's comments afterward, & other funny things.

Well, Lulu, dear. I am getting on fine. I am walking around & enjoying this most lovely country, & getting stronger all the time. I am not 'suffering' as you seem to think, but am having an easy time, hoping to see you again at Digby. What little discomfort my arm gives me is just due to the coming back of the circulation & nerve system. God has been very good to me, Lulu, & I want to show myself not ungrateful.

That cable I sent from France; it must have been marked London. Barker was with me in France right up to the time I left, & was unscratched. Peel I have not heard from for a long time, & I was sorry to hear form you of his serious wounds.

So you are gardening! That is fine; will you let me help you to do the weeding? I can do that with one hand anyway. Wouldn't we laugh together, & spin yarns about the past & future?

You look very comical trying to look serious in your Scotch costume. I wish I had been at the concert. Yes I remember going up those back steps on the last day; & the bath I had afterwards.

Your dream of Vimy Ridge was very remarkable. I would would like to talk about it. May your other presentiment of my being back to you in a short time be equally true.

Well I must say Good Night, my dear Lulu.
Yours, with best love,
Tom.