. My husband . did we ever think of Life as sad;It seemed so sweet to us — just yesterday. Together we had drunk our cup of Fame And, side by side, had loved, and worked, and played And Life to us seemed but a happy game; We met our fortunes laughing — unafraid. And then — the War! Its meaning well we knew;Hushed were our hearts; we dared not speak of Life,Our haunting fears in each swift moment grewBeneath the darkening shadow of the strife. One day in silence, dear, you went away —In silence braver than brave words; I knowYou felt I would never have you stay,However hard it was to let you go
. My husband . did we ever think of Life as sad;It seemed so sweet to us — just yesterday. Together we had drunk our cup of Fame And, side by side, had loved, and worked, and played And Life to us seemed but a happy game; We met our fortunes laughing — unafraid. And then — the War! Its meaning well we knew;Hushed were our hearts; we dared not speak of Life,Our haunting fears in each swift moment grewBeneath the darkening shadow of the strife. One day in silence, dear, you went away —In silence braver than brave words; I knowYou felt I would never have you stay,However hard it was to let you go. Yet now it only seems but yesterdayThat you were here, and smiled and talked of warAs children do, who with tin soldiers play;How hard to think you gone forevermore! And now you lie quite still! You laugh no more;Those lips, that loved Life well, are mute to-day. f * * * ^ ^ it: And so the lights are dimmed, the dance is music hushed — the laughter dies away. Irene Castle.[vi] »A,, ,,y,-. Such a Little While. PREFACE I NATURALLY have hesitated about publishingletters so personal as these of my husband to mewhile he was at the front. The following extractsare of course only a small part of what he wrote,for I have taken out all that seemed too sacredto be made public and locked it tightly in myheart. There are three reasons why I wished to publishthese little snatches from his letters. First, be-cause I felt they would give you a clearer insightinto the tender and sympathetic, as well as thehumorous, side of his nature; secondly, that hismemory might not fade from the minds of thepublic who in these sad times forget all too easily;and thirdly, that those who loved him mightbecome better acquainted with his experiencesand achievements at the front. His letters mod-estly tell of much that he experienced in his ninemonths in France in a far more interesting andconvincing way than I could. [ vii ] CONTENTS My Husband His Letters Appreciation by Elroy Foote 26
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