Item 02: Sydney B. Young war diary, 24 July-14 October 1916 - Page 98
May your joys be as deep as the ocean
And your troubles as light as its foam.
Think of all the kind words that have ever been said
And of all the kind thoughts that ever have sped
And of all the good luck that to you could befall
And be sure that my heart for you echoes them all.