4 July 1917
I have less than usual to tell you this week. I'm still getting better and have only two or three boils left, but who knows, there might be more.
The weather has been rather chilly and much rain for the time of year July already, the year seems going so fast. I still wonder if we will be out here another winter. I hope not.
Aunt Agnes and family are living down near Grandpa's. They will probably be telling you about it. Would like to have a leave and go with them. They invited me if I could [?] the leave but chances are slim indeed.
The sister still bandages my arms and leg. She's quite a clip, I'll have to try and get her picture and send it to you. She's coming to Canada after the war, perhaps to get married, but who to I don't know. I cannot imagine Agnes in her position. In fact if I were to attempt to describe the difference between Canadian and English hospital the letter would be censored beyond recognition.
Well Mother will write again soon. I imagine you think the war has soured me. Don't [?] but don't worry I admit it has opened my eyes to a lot I never dreamed of but when I am out of it I shall soon forget about it.
With Kindest love to you all
Your loving son