#15 Gen. Can. Hospital
How I wish I were home to-night, instead of this hosp. cot. I feel pretty good, but, when I think I’ll always have that draw back against me, it makes me feel a bit blue sometimes. I am realizing now how sick I have been, and how terrible I feel at times for only short periods. The M.O. tells me it will disappear with the rest, but with five weeks already, I should think I’d be much better. I always feel that slight pain on my left it annoys me at times terribly. The Nurses have decorated my room to make it cheerful – they’re wonderful.
The boys in here are planning a wee bit of a celebration but my door will be closed, so not to disturb me.
The Padre is bringing Communion at 8.00 in the morning, he is also saying Midnight Mass to-night. I wish I could be there.
Now Mommie don’t worry about me. I’ll get better, and we’ll be together soon, as I miss you a whole lot.
A big kiss to you darling
A letter a day
Welcome! This site posts the Second World War letters of Brigadier Edmond Blais to his wife Laurette. One letter will be posted every day, in chronological order. The letters begin with then-Major Blais' Atlantic crossing in December, 1939.
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