Feature Letter of April 9th, 2020
It is about time I sent you a few more lines to let you know I am getting along alright here: Since last writing we have spent four days in the trenches at a different place. Marched back a few miles for four days and are now again at the trenches in the same place as last time. Rifle and big gun and machine gun fire continues just about all the time. I am attached to Batt. Headquarters with four other scouts for the purposes of carrying messages by bicycle when we are in billets. At the trenches we walk of course, as we have a, very short distance to carry messages from the telegraph dug-out in the reserve trenches to the Senior Officers of the Battalion. Shells from our own guns and the enemy's pass over us, and we hear them whistling all day. Rifle bullets sing over us and strike around frequently....The church and buildings in this village was knocked to pieces, mostly in upper parts. That is about all I can say at present. The streets in the principal villages are something fierce to get over on a bicycle. Cobble stones and terribly uneven, with spaces between, and are enough to rack anything.