Somewhere in Flanders
Miss N. B. Drader,
Just a few lines to send along before we take over the front line trenches. Am sending my military will to mother. Have willed everything to you with the idea that you will give it to the boys that come back from the front in case I should snuff out.
We have been under attack for some days now and it is not too bad at all. The boys have got a good many new dances named here—to wit—“Machine Gun Flop”, “Whiz Bang Glide”, “Sausage dip”, “Shrapnel Wiggle” etc. It is so long since I have slept in a bed that one of the boys are saying he would not know what a bed was for if he saw one.
Well, have to get on guard again so must close with love from,
Pte. 101749 Drader, C.W.A.
C. Coy., 49th Canadians