4 January 1918

It is useless for me to try and express in writing my feelings for you, and for myself —you for the loss of a son and my-self or the loss of a pal, having known him so long—14 years—and being pals for that time without once having a disagreement. It is hard to realise we are parted…We were brothers, not in blood, but in friendship.

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This entry was posted on January 4th, 2018.