Item 07: Hector Brewer diary, 17 November-12 December 1918 - Page 18
duty called us away dash it.
It was the coldest farewell I have ever
had experienced with any lady friends whilst at the war. Sh Cecile didn't ever smile when I said took her little hand in my paw and said au revoir. Her blue eyes regarded me almost coldly as she made a stately little bow and murmured a response. She behaved as if I were a total stranger "but then parents are always a nuisance during these critical moments." They always put a damper on farewells. I turned into bed about 10 p.m. but somehow the prospect of rising at 4 A.M. on the morrow