Dear Mum, Dad, Sis and Jack the Commando,
This will probably be very short and sweet because I haven’t very much time for writing. I just want to let you know that I am quite well and doing fine so far. It is a tough life and you wonder where all a fellow’s nerve comes from but in the thick of it you just don’t think of that. No wonder they call these Canadians all guts, our fellows are full of it.
Anyway, we are still winning and that is the main thing.
How is Jack doing on his holidays? So he wanted to go to boys’ camp did he? I think he would have a far better time at home. When I get back there you won’t be able to drive me away from the place for over a day, and I am not joking. What I would give to be back there now, it would be swell. The weather in France is really OK a lot warmer than it is in England and not near as much rain. However, if I were back in N.S. and it rained for a week I would walk the streets whistling and thinking what a swell day it is….
I have had a lot of nice souvenirs of France, but it is impossible to send them home or even carry them, you see they can class that as looting. I wish I could send home some of the stuff. It is really nice, silk and all. What a mess war makes. Lovely homes all ruined and the people driven out; they haven’t anything to come home to. I just can’t see it myself.
Aubery is well and we see each other at times. I am sorry to say Jonsey was killed, it sure is tough. That is all I can say for now.
Well folks, I have to scram now but will write whenever I get the chance. Please write as often as possible. Don’t worry about Bill. I am OK.
Give my best to everyone and I hope to see you all soon. All the best in the world to the swellest of folks a soldier ever had.
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