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Croce Rossa Britannica Prima Sezione Intendenza Tera Armata Zona di Guerra, Italia. Oct. 23. 18. After waiting three weeks a couple of letters arrived from you dated Sept. 13 and 23 respectively. I am so glad that you have been getting my letters even if they have been a little late. What a shame about the Missanabie being sunk. I wanted to go home on her but evidently my chances aren't very good now. The weather the past few days has been magnificent, beautiful clear sunny days and chilly moonlit nights. I went for a long walk by myself the other night after dinner and took in the natural beauties. I think I told you I was stationed in the plain now. First I was all alone with the section, then Watson, one of our members and an English landscape painter has come to live with me and share my room. His a most peculiar man and has been in Italy for two and a half years and just has started to study the language. So far he has always put it off thinking "What is the use" and now when the war is really near it's end he is getting busy. A funny thing about him is that he never paints here even as a hobby. We have one or two other artists who turn out Italian scenes etc. but he never touches a brush. He is a confirmed pessimist and I was most surprised the other day to hear him announce that the war would be over before Xmas. (we hope so). When I came here the furnishings of our room consisted of four bare walls some petrol tins and a bed. Now we have a beautiful inlaid table, one or two shelves and a mirror, and wonder of wonders and only to be spoken of in a whisper, I have been able to wrangle a pair of sheets from the section. It is really remarkable how much better I sleep than I used to between the blankets. There was an air raid over Treviso last night and the planes when