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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