My Dear Mother and Evelyn,

I am at the time of writing feeling fine. My leg is nearly healed and I can walk fine but when I run I nearly fall down. I guess it is only weak and will be all right shortly. I never used crutches or a cane but just got out of bed and walked as it did not hurt me in the least.

I’m very sorry to hear of Harold Douglas being wounded. I am going to write the war office this afternoon and see if he is in France or England. If he is in the hospital in this country I will go and see him at once.

You remember the draft I was on and got left? Well, they all got wiped out, some dead and the rest in the hospital. Lieutenant Walley, the fellow who got me to enlist, is very seriously wounded.

Jim Taylor is fine and still keeps me supplied with cigarettes.

Your loving son,

Cliff