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- Dibgate Camp,
April 28, 1916.
Dear Mother and Bad,-
Have just finished the very painful operation of shaving off a two week's growth of n&iiskere. Was damned fool enough to let an English barber shave me about three weeks ago, and as a consequence have since been unable to shave, on account of what is known as barber's itch, I sure have been a fine looking sight the past two weeks, but it is practically all gone now, and I took a chance at shaving again. Too bad I couldn't send a snap of what I looked like, but my whiskers are too light to show in a picture. Prank Crompton said I reminded him of Bill Nye. Nothing doing in the line of a barber shave from now on for me.
Most of the boys are in town tonight, sane to write, others for a bath. Only Goldie and the kid are left here with me, Harold is sitting on his pillow on the dusty floor reading the Saturday Evening Post (4d) and eating oranges (2 for l^d), while Goldie is busy scribbling away, doubtless to one of his lady friends.
The weather has been very warm here all this week, in fact so warm that we parade at 6 A.M, for jerks with nothing on from the waist up but an under shirt.Naturally it is far warmer at noon. My neck is as red as a beet and burns like fire.
This is a startling contrast to the awful weather of the two preceding weeks, I thought Vancouver was noted for ite rain but revise my opinion now. For two solid weeks there wasn't a let up, and for the same length of time my clothes were wet through. But the worst feature of it all was the mud, which was ankle deep all over the camp. The camp is built on quite a slope, so you can imagine the floundering around that we had to put up with. Every one in our tent were sick and tired of living in tents under such , / conditions when there really was no need for it,, and were determined to gre.b thefirst hospital job that showed up. Fortunately the weather cleared up though, and our spirts came up with it. So that now nothing but the field ambulance will satisfy us.
One of the bunch has left us, viz. Tom Webster. Last Saturday afternoon we were sitting in our tent on the wet ground, with the rain coming down in torrents, too disgusted with things to even walk into town, when the orderly corporal came through the lines asking for anybody with experience as a clerk, Tom. jumped up with a "By gosh,. I'm not going to stand this any longer", and got the job, which is in the orderly room of the Shorncliffe Hospital. He has been soared all along that he would be sent eoross to Prance before he could get leave to go heme and see his folks. As he hasn't seen them for eight years can't blame him at all.
Spent a "very delightful" Easter Sunday, Our section was assigned for fatigues that day, and Bill, Tom P. Piute, Harold and I worked all day around the cook house of the Sergts, Mess.
The kid snd I carried coal through the awful mud for about two hours,
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