Regent Palace Hotel,
Dear Mrs. Law,
Your parcel came a few days ago while I was in Belgium, in the trenches. I came over to London yesterday on unexpected leave and at last have a good opportunity to thank you for your kindness. The parcel was just right in every respect. It was brought in to the trenches at night and was waiting for me when I came into the dugout after my turn at guard. I was cold and hungry and wet and the mere sight of the parcel raised my spirits. Judge of my delight when I opened it and found - dry socks for my wet feet - biscuits & cheese, which was exactly what I wanted at that moment - chocolate and cake and dates, which I especially like stuffed - and delightful cigarettes to finish with. Believe me when I say I went to sleep at peace with all the world - even the Huns across the way.
John was well when I left, and the Batt'n was about to move out for their six days rest so he will be having an easy time just about now. perhaps you would like to know where we are in Belgium - which I suppose John has not been able to tell you on account of the censor. The nearest town to our trenches is "Dichebusch". We are about seven miles south of Yepres.
The life is very monotonous with nothing interesting to write about so I will have to close this letter without further news.
With many thanks and best respects I am,