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our battalion are filled with discontent <sup>at the delay</sup> but
none more so than we. But I must dry
up on the subject for it is an unpleasant one.
When I was trying to sleep in the rain the other
night under the trees, the good old West was
in my mind the whole time. What joy would
have been mine if with Guy & Paul we were
under a Spruce tree instead of an Oak & at
beaking of dawn found ourselves in Canada
- out in the wilds instead of on Salisbury Plains!
and the war, - only a nightmare!
Those days with Guy, in the winter or summer
when out on one of our "trips north" stand out
the more so now that we belong to the army, as
the greatest days of our life! In those days
there was no "Fall in", <sup>only</sup> to be "mucked about"
for another day. It did'nt matter then if
the night had been "tough" (& they often were) for
when dawn broke it meant another day
of adventure & enterprise that satisfied ones
great ambition for that sort of thing, and you
know how keen we were on the life & the
land "up north".
And I still love that land with the same
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