Kitchener Military Hospital
Brighton, Eng.
Sunday Sept. 23rd, 1917
My Dear Mother,

I guess you will be thinking I have cashed it in if I don't write pretty soon.

I haven't heard from you in some time guess my mail has all gone to France. There has been a Canadian mail so, that's where it is I guess.

I am to go before an examining board so suppose I will be going to a Convalescent Home in Epsom on Thursday. I rather hate the idea of leaving here. I have a pretty decent loaf and don't know weather I'll be able to settle down to work again or not.

I'm going to find out where Don Hogarth is and try him for a commission in the artillery. Nothing doing in the infantry staff. It's no good. I suppose I'll have 5 or 6 weeks at Convalescent Home.

How is everything? I suppose it is getting along towards fall again. They still go in the water here but not so much as they used to. I must write to some more of my friends so will have to make this short.

How are the kidlets? Bet they hate going to school as much as ever.

Will write again soon and will let you know what I am doing and where I am. I'm going to have my photo taken and will send you one. Must stop now. Best love to everyone.

Your loving son,

Bill