No. 2 Coy. C.F.C.
It is about the hour when I should be thinking of making my flop for the night, but will write you a few lines to let you know I am still pretty much alive, and able to be present at the dinning hall for my three feeds a day and any extras which happen to be coming my way.
Received your ever welcome letter today, and was glad to hear you were O.K. and was getting along well with the harvest, as expect help will be pretty scarce, but after jock having a few months physical jerks, expect he will make things hum. Threshing is getting to be rather expensive at 12ct for wheat, but he is going to quite an expense in buying a stook loader. They have got all the grain stacked here now and most of the ground plowed again, are now busy seeding again and believe me, the have some drill, a one horse affair, about 8+4 shoes and a couple of handles, so can steer it up the line like a plow. Have done very little threshing yet, but have it all stacked and thatched, so will keep fairly dry, not a few of them are busy taking off the second crop of clover, as it seems to be the chief hay used over here. Its some job cutting it with a scythe, and gives me a tired feeling to look at them.
The war news have been very cheery lately, and seem to have the bulgarians pretty well on the rocks while have bagged quite a large number of turks. It seems that this is the beginning of the end, as are talking peace already and Uncle Sam has not made a start yet.
Well Dad, this is about all for tonight, as must drop mother a few lines, and there is nothing much doing around here. So drop a line when you have time.