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Date: July 6th 1917
Amos William

July 6th

My Dear Betty:

I received you letter No 5 last eve in which you tell of Smalley's invitation - I guess I have already answered it, after reading your letter Pryor & I went for a ramble over another part of the battlefield, & we saw still more awfull sights than hithertoo - I would not be exaggerating if I said that we saw scores of unburried Germans in battered trenches & arround shell-holes, here & there what had been a French soldier & sometimes we would come across one of our own Canadian boys - when we found any remains that looked like a Canadian, we would bury them as well as we could - for there are all kinds of picks & shovels etc, lying around - I came across one of our boys - decomposed beyond all recognition of cours but he lay just as he had fallen - the head was missing - but all the accoutriments was buckled on, his rifle & helmet lay close by - I cut the buckle off the belt as a momento, & we burried what remained of him - I tried to find something by which he might be identified but it was impossible - poor boy - in some far away home in Canada some-one is mourning the loss of husband - son or sweetheart - & the saddest of all is, they will never know how he died - or where he is burried, & even now they may be clinging to the hope, that he is still alive, a prisoner, for he would be listed among the missing. Talk about the "glory of war" there is no glory, it is hellish devilish. We saw places too where the trenches & ground arround was literally bloodsoaked & here & there shell holes with blood & water still standing in them. I must close this letter now, will write as often as possible. I have written to Rose & also the Bank about that money. Love & kisses.



The poppy's and batchelor's button are from the battlefield which will be one of the most famous in all British History & upon which, our Canadian boys by their heroic achievements have woven garlands of immortal glory round the name of Canada, bright & imperishable. The little golden coloured plant grows on walls etc & I plucked it from the broken grey wall of a shell shattered & century old church - you will be reminded again of Tennyson's - "Flower in the crannied nook" The red cloth or band is trimming, which I picked last evening from the clothing grey uniform on the decaying body of a German soldier.

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