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Feb. 19: [Datelined Belgium] The people have made a very quick recovery. I expected to find the children, in particular, showing signs of the years under the Nazis. But everyone is very healthy looking. The women are not at all shapely by our standards. But their morals are shockingly and disgustingly low . . . Say — I just re-read the statements . . . don't misinterpret them . . . I know you love me darling and it isn't necessary for me to ask you to trust me. . . . The day was spent censoring mail. That is a very distasteful job. I hate reading mail other than yours my darling. . . . The hateful part of leaving England was the destroying your old letters. I couldn't even put them in my trunk.
Postmarked Feb. 27: [Letter's date was blacked out by a censor. Datelined Germany] At this moment I am in very dramatic circumstances. It is from such positions that wars are won. At least the movies lead one to believe it. I am in a ruined house with a candle in a bottle, artillery is roaring overhead and machine guns chattering in the distance. But don't worry darling, it is quite safe. We are some distance back. I have my own platoon and they are a great bunch of fellows. . . . I'll be glad when this mess is finally finished and we can settle down as human beings. It will not be long now.
Feb. 24: [Datelined Germany] I am afraid my letters are going to be few and far between dearest. I am kept pretty busy. . . . I can't tell you anything about what is going on. . . . How is our Susan? . . . Does she miss her Daddy? The little devil probably gurgles and chuckles away to herself and is completely ignorant of my existence. But I love her just the same. I certainly miss her too, darling. Have I told you that I love you . . . my own Doodie? Well I do darling. More than you'll ever know.
In conjunction with the Dominion Institute and its Memory Project, we asked readers to submit the last letters of Canadians who died in the final months of the Second World War. This week, we present three of the soldiers' stories.