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You’ll be very sorry to hear that poor old "Fat" Hanmer w was killed a week ago, "Stally" being badly smashed up by the same shell, and Joe Mott getting hit in the arm and leg. Bill Maguire was in the back of the car, and how he escaped is a miracle to me, for the C8r was riddled. Tough to get bumped off at this stage of the game, isn’t it? Only four left of the M, T.’s that you knew, not including the medicals, of course.
Am 90 on the leave list now, so if they maintain the 10 a week standard as at present, I’ll be away again around the first of the year. Simmy went on a special leave to Paris yesterday. Doesn't interfere with,his regular leave. It. Skeets was evacuated yesterday- trench fever. Doubt if he ever saw a trench. Fitzroy stayed over in Blighty. His son (M.C. with bar) was killed at Arras. Patience will probably get his third stripe. As good a head as there is in the unit.
Bumped into Percy McAdam a few days ago. He's still with the artillery. " Just heard that Williamson was wounded by machine gun fire this afternoon. Leg and hand.
Assez, ,
As ever,
I'RED
Mons, Prance,
November 13, 191S.
Dear Mother and Dad,- *
Had intended dropping you a letter two days ago, but the best I could manege was a field card. This won't be lengthy by any means, but I'm taking advantage of Jack Keech going on leave tomorrow to send it by him. You see I can tell you mo-re that way than by sending it in the usual manner. Against regulations of course, but who cares for them now.
Really it is hard to credit that the war is over at last, and that some time in the course of the next six months, I'll be • back there with you folks. Already I’ve pictured what it will be like to enter the old home once more. Believe me, you won't be any more pleased to see me than I to see you.
The glorious news that hostilities had ceased came to us a.s we were marching up the Mons road, with the prospect of taking over the line at noon in eight. Never to my dying day will I forget the yell that went up viien we heard the news, .everybody simply wen«^ crazy Prom then on into Jeniappes, 5 kilos from Mons, we yelled and sang and. whistled like wild men. (Too many distractions around here to my liking. Please excuse if this letter isn't a good one.
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