France
March 26th, 1917

Dear Mother,

It is raining this morning. There is no parade so I thought it a good chance to write and tell you about the letters and box I received last night. One letter was from you and Jessie and the other from Violet. It is so long since I had one from Violet I thought she had forgotten me. The box had the soxs and soups and peanut butter. It certainly came at a good time. There has not been very much Canadian mail for some time and we began to think that it must have been sunk. But I am certainly a very lucky boy to have such a lovely mother to send me all the nice things from home. If you only knew how much I look forward to those boxes. I have not heard from Art now for a long time but I suppose he is still going strong. I will write to Violet and [?] Moyer for those soxs soon. I will close now with lots of love to all at home.

Your loving son
Jay