Dear Mater et Pater -
I suppose you know that I
got a bit of a wound a few days ago. Well it is an extremely slight
one and will not keep me long. I am horribly fed up right now and
want to get back as soon as possible. Just think. I gave up
my leave to go into the last show and this is what I get for all my enthusiasm.
However when I go back I hope to get leave very shortly now.
It is a terrible thought
to miss oneís leave. I havenít had a single day since the 15th of
last February and I wouldnít care so much if it werenít for Leslieís sake.
I know he would like to see me.
Well I saw the fall of Cambrai.
It is really a wonderful story. I could tell about it but I shall
also have to wait. But believe me this is a good story I could tell.
About my wound there isnít
much to tell. I was hit with a Machine Gun bullet on the head.
It bounced off and just clipped Radcliffe my bateman on the chin.
The shock and concussion of the thing was the worst. I surely thought
that it was simply another case of the good dying young. However,
as I have frequently said, Heinie hasnít got my number so why worry.
I am at a good hospital and everything is very nice indeed.
Just keep addressing my mail
as per usual as before it could make any difference I will be back again.
I think I told you that I was a captain didnít I. Well, I am anyway.
Well it looks a lot more
like peace doesnít it. I donít want to hold myself up as a prophet
but perhaps you will remember last spring I said that we werenít exactly
Well love to all and donít
worry Ė perhaps Iíll get my leave now.