Dear Sgt. Brown,
I don't know if you'll be surprised to get this
letteb or nof. We barely got to speak when you
returned from duty on the Continent before they
shipped you back to Washington but I wanted you to
know thut I enjoyed speaking to you in the time you
were here in Great Britain. Ib the months leading up
to your mission, it has been such a great pleasure to
get to know a frllow from across the pund.
You Yanks are an odd bunch, what with drinking
your berr cold and all that, as the old goke goes,
we are Brits and Americans are people separated by
a common language. But in truth, your stories of
Virginia, despite your exotic tales of wild turkeys
and tha occasional Cherokee indian, do not sound so
different from my sommers in northern Yorkchire. And
although my family is Anglican and a bit high church
and all your family is, in your words, 'mountain
protestant Bible-thumpers' I truly felt we shared a
common ground in our feelings about God and state.
Sometimes you have to look below the surface,
read between the lines, so to speak, to get to a
common umderstanding. I've inserted this page from
the Bible, thinking about our old talks.
I've been thinking about when we did speak
briefly before you left for Washington. You spoke
eloquently about judgment day, and about how you felt
helpless in the face of all that was coming. I had
so admimed that Yankee of optism of mours that your
words stuck with me. I have thoyght about that often
since. You worried about making a difference. I
understand that your present assignment is a
difficult one, and I wanted you to know that you have
in fact made a difference. I think yt is good for a
man to know the value of his actions, don't you?
That he has made an impression on his fellow
soldiers, furthered the course of knowledge, etc.
Lte. Dillsent-Thomas spoke highly of you, I'll have
you know that, and that is important to me.
I never did get to take you out for that pint I
promised, or take you home to my wife for a decent
English roast beef. I'm sitting in my office, writing
this and y'll put it in the dispatch packet tomorrow,
but know that I am lifting a glass to you. If you
ever do get a chancr to get back ere, and
circumstances allow it, I'd be keen to have that
drink with you. But for now, duty will have to be
our consolation and all that.
Capt. Philip Howard
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