A.A. Laporte Payne letter 22 February 1917
Feb 22 1917.
You are spoiling me horribly you know. I am getting so many letters that when the post does not bring one from you I am quite angry – not with you of course but with the post. But you are not so generous with your kisses. I am only to get consignments apparently on Mondays and Fridays or perhaps an odd two thrown in every now and then. I quite realise that there must be an enormous demand for them – hence the scarcity for me. But please try and make a few more exceptions to your rule for me!!
Now don’t you think I am horrid. If it is at all possible to misconstrue what you write I do, don’t I? You see I should not pretend to misunderstand you if I were not so sure as I am of what you meant.
I am sure I should be very angry with you if you were orthodox as you call it. I want you to be as mad as you can. As far as I am concerned you can be as unconventional as you like. I much prefer it, and so do you I think. Shouldn’t we horrify the dear ‘worthy’ people by such things as becoming more unconventional and mad. Unfortunately you are almost as bad as I am in not writing what you want to write so perhaps after all we should not shock very many by what we write. As for what we shall do! I am not responsible for my actions, you know, at times. If I got the chance I could kiss you until you could not kiss any more. I wonder who would tire first. But that would be most improper wouldn’t it? I must not let my imagination run riot – or I shall be shocking you next – or are you like me, not shockable?
Last night I had a rotten time I was up to 6.20 a.m. on the telephone. You see we had a ‘little affair’ on and it is my job to see that the liaison between infantry & artillery does not break down and I had to keep in touch with an officer who was with the front line at the other end of the phone. It is quite interesting at times when Generals & Colonels are not cursing and fuming.
All day to day I have been out visiting battery positions, O.Ps and telephone stations on a sort of tour of inspection and I did not get back till eight, very tired and covered in mud – so you see how much I need you to cheer me up with kisses. I hope you are keeping well and not pale as you were when you wrote. I wonder if I could have bought any colour back.
We are moving in a day or two which is annoying. I hope we have fine weather for it. our next office will probably be in a dug-out.
With all my love & kisses