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My hands are so cold I hope you can read this scribble

Park Hotel Preston Lancs.

Nov 20th.[1918]

Dear Mrs Buchan

I don't know where Col Buchan is so I think it best to send this to you for him - I do hope he will like the little book - I take so much pleasure out of his. I can still hardly believe that we are no longer fighting & that the immediate strain is over - & my heart aches for those whose 'missing' may not turn up & who have hoped against hope - and we are still in for a very anxious Truce with the new Germany, which it seems to me will be as evil as the old one. However we have trusted in heaven and we must still trust on - with love

Yrs very sincerely

Violet Jacob