1 Irish Brigade 22.XII.15
Mollie Sweetheart No letter met my own, God but the
writing is hard. It is so near Xmas again.
You remember back when we were separated by
only a hundred odd miles - today we have to
reckon in thousands, then we thought the
distance long but now it is so long that I
am prohibited from seeing you - a year ago I
was counting the hours until you would reach
Limerick - but now I cannot count the hours till
you reach Berlin. However I do so hope that
you will have a good time, you and all of yours. 2 I saw (or at least I take it so) Florries name in
the Gaelic American in the last ? we
received here In conversation with the
Blair - & poor Joe have you heard from her?
I hope the path is smoother than I have been able
to make yours. — Have you heard from any
of the people at home? I am going crazy
for news. You saw the photo of the A.C.O. of the
1st Company of the Brigade. These are my ?
one of them is a brother of John Jo. It is such
a small world ! I knew him immediately I
laid eyes on him, he is a good chap — so
are they all, another of them is brother in law
to McGuirk. They said McGuirks broth photo
is hanging in his room — I have no news darling - that is that 3 I can send to you - I went to Berlin for
a week end on last Saturday. I tried to
think of you meeting me at the Potsdamer
Banhof as you used to meet me at Amiens
in the days gone by - but no such luck— I am doing al right so you need
not worry about me, the only thing is waiting
for the word Go it will come sometime, but the
waiting, is so tedious — How are the little ones? Do they
ever speak of me? Will Pat know me when I
come back - is she as as ever and
? she should be able to guess and
calculate some by now— How do you say as to the weather
over there, we have snow everywhere
beautiful crispy dry snow, such as we 4 never see in poor old Ireland — Give my best wishes to any friend of
mine whom you may drop across — Now darling I will close, fondest love
to you & all at home. You will be ready
to meet me when my work is done, with
your old sweet smile & your kiss that
used to make life so worth living for me. Write me soon, a long long letter Yours only Bob