The poor fellow was deathly white and had obviously resigned himself to anything. We immediately tried to make him feel at home and gave him a drink, a cigarette and some food, which he wolfed. He could not speak English and ón my asking in French, found he could Spanish, having served in the war, be I interpreted between him and the boys, He have stepped out of Chelsea with his pointed Balbo beard, dirty silk shirt, shoddy trousers, no stockings and sandals. I walked to his tent with him to see if he was quite comfortable and gave him a Packet of cigarettes. His gratitude was pathetic. I should think most of these Italians did not want to fight at all. I must close now, as I Yar sending this by a chap who is joing back to civilization early to-trow, and I am dead tired, dirty and unshaven, but otherwise in great spirits.
I do hope this news gets to you soon knowing how you wait for it all the time, and that any success of mine means so much\to you. You inow what we both think about this war, you know how I have waited all my life for something like this, and now that it, has happened, I can hardly believe it, and am most grateful for the luck and opportunity that was given me. I expect I shall be back in soon, as am only attached to this Squadron for a few days and Wil write again then.
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