The Munro Letters 1914 - 1917 : Letters Home from the Front - World War I
Date of Letter:
1916/11/12
Summary:
In which Mrs. Blossom Fisher expresses her condolences to Jessie Munro over the death of Gordon Munro. Mention is made of times she and Dr. Fisher spent with Gordon as well as inquiries she and her husband made regarding the details of Gordon's death.

Note: Letter is incomplete due to missing pages.
Transcription:
Nov. 12. 1916
6 Whitehall Park
Highgate London N.

My dear Mrs. Munro,

Only this past week did we hear the most awfully sad news of Gordon's death. It seemed so hard to believe, that Dr. Fisher and I both made every effort to find out news of any kind that might give hope of there being some mistake. And hoping that we might be able perhaps to cable you good news, I have delayed writing. But on learning officially that he died of wounds, it leaves, I am afraid, little grounds for hopes. Dr. Fisher tried to find out the names of the Doctors and nurses likely to attend Gordon, thinking he might know one of them, but it was an Imperial Clearing Station, so that hope was vain. I wonder if you have had any particulars Mrs. Munro? At the Canadian Inquiry Office, they told us merely the facts, that he had been brought to No. 49 Casualty Clearing Station, France, wounded. But they said one might find out any particulars by writing to the matron in charge. I am telling you this, in case you might find it a comfort to write to her.

It all seems so unreal that I can scarcely write about it. When they told us at the Inquiry Office, I felt myself becoming so sick, I had to get outside. Gordon and I had so many little chats when out sightseeing, that I got to know him very well. Then too he and Dr. Fisher and I would have lunch every night about 1 a.m. & talk until 1.30 or sometimes 2.30 a.m. He always said he did not want to waste his time in sleep, when he was having a holiday. And he was so bright and entertaining we enjoyed sitting up to any hour. Dr. Fisher & I felt that always in the future Gordon would be like one of ourselves, no matter when or where he would come. And, now that this cannot be, I feel that we must only think that it is all for his best, that he has left all this desperate

NOTE: remainder of letter missing
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2017.22.98
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