September 20, 1915
It is with a heavy heart that I write today. I sold only half of our dairy quota at market this morning, so we had to drink the remainder. A heavy heart and crampy bowels have I.
This Great War seems to drag on, does it not? Even with the ceasefire, which has been extended until October 21, I feel at times as if you will never return.
There are reports in the Etobicoke Sun newspaper that the enemy has gained ground; that we may not prevail after all in this conflict. I don’t know which enemy to fear more- the one with the brown face, or the one with the turban.
I shudder to think of our prospects if we lose; they will surely take away all the good jobs and our God-given right to rule over this Christian Nation. This is what Pastor Scheer says anyway.
I must go now my darling Douglas. I have many signs to paint for the church picnic.
I will kiss the girls for you, and tell them thir father is doing his part to win the
election war for all True Canadians. I will leave out the part about you being AWOL.
With enduring affection,
Your loving wife.
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