July 14, 1917
I will try and write you a few lines today even if I can’t say much. Of course you know Major was killed likely long before I did. I just go word yesterday. I heard he was either killed or wounded but made myself believe it was nothing serious. Am not going to say anything more about it. It doesn’t make me feel any too cheerful. But will let you know the particular day as soon as I can get them. Well Allie, it’s a queer world we live in. I am back in hospital again. Have been here a week now. Don’t know what is the matter with me. I planned to go up the line again this week. But just walked three miles with nothing but my belt and bayonet on and it knocked me out. My stomach is no good my temperature went up to 102 and a desperate headache but am feeling pretty fair now. Expect to go back to the base again in a few days.
I haven’t had any mail since May but Angus sys there is mail up the line but they did not know where to send it but reckon will get it now in a few days.
Well I suppose people are thinking about haying by this time. Wish I could be home to help the old man get his. But never mind the snibby if I can pull through this job will be home next summer. Hope so at any rate. Must quit for this time.
Love to all