My dear Mother,

Here I am again, Musie, to let you know that we are all well. Cliff has a toothache, something the same as he had the year he was at McGregors’ place. Do you remember?

I was up the line for the fist time and it is some sensation. The sergeant has just given orders for a pay parade so will have to stop for a short time.

Well Musie, pay parade is over and I am now the proud possessor of 15 francs ($3.00). Some rich boy, eh?

It is muddy again here and I guess winter is about over. Gee, but our winter here was easy to what we have been used to in Canada.

Fred had a letter from Ada yesterday. Cliff, Jr., must be getting to be some boy, now.

Well, Musie I have told you all I can for now.

Your loving son,

James