May 6, 1916

Dear Lola,

I received your most welcome letter on the 3rd and would have answered it sooner but circumstances would not permit. I had a days course in bomb-throwing and at night we all fell in and marched to the Y.M.C.A. but to a concert that was given to the battalion. It was a fine concert just like we used to have in Niagara. That was the 4th and yesterday I had fatigues to do and so I'm writing it now. I wrote a short letter to Fred and one to your father yesterday before they put me to work through. Every soldier in the British Army has to take a bomb-throwing course now-a-days. Thank you very much for Fred's address for I like to keep in touch with all the Huttonville boys. Today some of our fellows got up a boxing tournament and there was lots of bouts. The biggest was a ten round bout 2 minutes to a round for the championship of C company. Well Lola there seems to be a lot of peace talk this year and I hope it comes true but I know that if it wasn't for his artillery shells Fritz would not have a chance man to man. I don't have to walk those trench mats I told you about any more but have lots of others. The other night was my bad night for falling into holes. Every time a flare lighted the way we hurried (for a flare lights up for miles around the line almost continually) and just as one went out the fellow ahead of me said mind the hole but not soon enough for me for I fell into mud and water to the hips. I just got out when in goes some more and we were in a mess. We got home or to camp I should say at 4 in the morning. That was this morning and I haven't got all the mud off yet. Every night we are out somebody falls in the shell holes. One fellow went in one and never even touched bottom and still his head was under so you see some of them are fairly deep. Thank you very much for your answer to my request. You can't imagine how much good it does us to know how much you all think of us at home. I guess I'll have to close now. There isn't much news in this letter for there isn't any to tell. I'm writing this on a table in a Y.M.C.A. and it seems quite a treat. Well I'll say Au Revoir for this time

Remaining Your Sincere Friend
George H Tripp

P.S. Just a little slip I cut out of Pearson's weekly. Remember me to Mrs. Passmore and Mr. Passmore and Jennie also Mr. & Mrs. Clarke. Good-bye.

George