Roffey Camp, Horsham,
March 7, 1916

Dear Mother:

Just a line tonight. Intended to write last night but did not get time as I had a lot of notes to copy. Did not see Mr. Hooper Saturday as he was on pass but spoke to him yesterday and he says to have the socks sent. We decided that if they are not already sent to have them go to Major Prowse. By the way did I tell you that he has been promoted to Major. So if the socks are not sent, address them to [Major Prowse's address]. Mr. Hoover said he thought that it was better to have them sent to Lydd. We may go to Lydd any time between two and three weeks from now and Mr. Hoover says we will probably
be there for about two months. [Lots more about where to send the socks!] Sent you a few lines Thursday night or Friday, I am not sure which. It is now Tuesday and we will
probably get our mail tomorrow. The Canadian mail usually comes on Wednesday. Suppose this will go on Friday's boat too. I think there is only one boat a week on Friday or Saturday. Don't think I have any news. Still busy and getting on fine. We have a little snow again but it is very mild. There have been a few cases on German measles in the Camp and two or three of our men have had them. However I think they are pretty well killed out now. They were very light. Sgt. Cole and Herb McEwen have then and are in the military hospital at Brighton. We hope there will not be more cases. There were also some flu cases. I was fortunate enough to escape them too. I think the mumps are also stamped out. There has been a good deal of grippe. too, since the snow but it has also failed to get me and I am feeling fine. My weight is now over 180 lbs. And never felt so fit in my life. The 97th went to Lydd on Saturday but we have to wait until those fellows with the measles get out of the hospital.

Will write again the last of the week. This is a mixed up kind of letter. Hope to get a letter from home tomorrow. Wish I could drop in for a few minutes tonight but that will have to wait for a few months and then we will all go marching home happier and better men for having followed where God and duty led.

Lots of love to all from your loving soldier son, Harold