My own darling Wife,
I know how anxiously you are waiting to receive a letter so I am making an attempt to get one off. It is too bitterly cold to sit up and I am writing this lying down, so I trust you may be able to make it out. I find my hands have not much control over pencil and paper.

I am feeling fairly well today, the cough not quite so troublesome and altogether brighter.

I can't tell you darling how much I miss you and the dear boy, it already seems years since I saw you and every day seems endless without you.

I do hope and trust that the separation may not be for long for I cannot bear to be away from you for any length of time. Keep up your spirits, dear one, and take great care of yourself. I half hoped to see you yesterday but perhaps you will come up once before you are too ill. I know it will not be pleasant for you, but I am longing for a sight of you. Everyone here is kindness in itself, but after all nobody can compare with my own dear wife.

My hands are too cold to write more. God bless you darling. Kiss Jack and tell him to come and see "My Father". Love to Albert who I hope is helping you all he can.

Ever Your Loving Husband