Letters From The Bowes Brothers – Jan. 9, 1916 Bramshott Camp

Dearest Mother,

Well Mother, it is Sunday again and as usual, a day of idleness and laziness, also the day when I do most of my corresponding. I have not received any Canadian mail this week, only the one I got last Monday.

We have had a very decent week, that is in regards to rain, although cold and raw. Still, we cannot complain as there is neither snow nor frost. I got a bundle of papers from you through the week but they have been lost for Jim got the same ones about a month ago. Gee Mother how I would like to drop in on you at present and sing out, “How’s chances for dinner?” My favourite old wail. I would be some happy.

Was down to Hazelmere last night to the picture show. It was pretty fair but this camp is dead to what old Sewell was. However I guess it is on account of it being the wrong time of season.

We have only done one route march this week as we were busy on the gun. Also had a whirl at trench digging—it was some job. Was out on church parade this morning and I think Jim went to Grayshott Church after, at least a bunch of the boys were going and since they have disappeared, I guess they must of went. However, I got into a card game and made about four shillings—some fortune in this country. Golly Mother, you would laugh if you saw me look at a penny before I spent it but you sure do save your pennies or you would be out of tobacco money.

They have got all the drivers picked out. The limber wagon or gun carriages also carry our luggage. However, I was not fortunate as I did not get the chance to drive one. So I guess I will have to hold down the gun as I started. Jim is going to drive one of them. So he will get an easy time at the front but I will have better satisfaction than him. That is if I get a chance for the guns all cough out shells at the rate of 450 rounds per minute. I might say how that machine guns are the whole cheese at the front. Believe me Mother, I would rather be behind one than staring it in the face.

Well Mother, at night I suppose you will be able to hear the young people shouting as they are skating. I wonder what it be like to have a pair of skates on.

Bye-bye for now Mother darling,

Cliff

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