Another month less, etc. etc. I received a letter from you last night but havn’t got it to hand just now. I can only say that I am still keeping fairly well and that is the main thing you want to know, isn’t it? Of course I could tell you all that on a field card but we havn’t had an issue for about a fortnight now. As for green envelopes they are a thing of the past I have been offered 2F.50C for one if I had it to sell but of course that would not be worth it “if” I had one. I hope are all well and safe from air raids and also that you get enough to eat. I would like you to remember me to Mr Clark he must feel quite a free man now; by the way, isn’t he liable to be called up for military service or is he exempt. Please excuse such a short letter but I am writing under difficulties. I must now close.
With Fondest Love
Yours Ever Will.xxx
It is now 8.30.pm and I am scorching hot by just walking a few yards. I don’t know if it is being just a little nearer the equator that makes it so hot if so I am glad that I am not right down the south of France. Are you having such weather in England. I see by this evenings paper that there has been an air raid on London I trust that you all are quite safe. There is nothing exciting happened that I might tell you about and I dare say you know more about the war than I do myself at any rate you are at least two days more up to date than I. We are still at rest which of course means occasional working parties. I wrote to one of old band boys this morning who is of low category in England he is now at Thetford in Norfolk. Some Batts out here have cut their trousers down to knickers: I wish we were doing the same. That is something to tell Hurbert Bertie. Our drum-major has some names towards a B.B. but wants about half a dozen more before attempting to start one. I am sorry that I cannot write more trusting that you are all quite well.
With Love From Will xx