Private T Medlock
Allow me a small space in your valuable paper, which I receive out here every week. It seems to keep us in touch with the old homeland, and no doubt there are a few old acquaintances who would like to know the welfare of a Great Gransden man who has been doing his bit out here in France since September, 1914. I have had a lot of ups and downs, but I still keep rubbing along as well as circumstances will allow. As most of my old pals know, I have been wounded three times, but I am in the best of health now. I have two brothers out here, one has just come up from the Base, after a spell in a convalescent camp with a fractured foot. The war doesn’t seem much like ending yet, but I expect we shall have to go on about the same. The last 18 months we have been dodging the J J’s, whiz bangs, sausages and all kinds of missiles, and I expect we shall have a lot more to dodge before we have finished with the Germans; but still we are not downhearted, for while there’s life there’s hope, and we get plenty of company in the trenches, what with the rats which we do not draw rations for, but they soon have their share, and the enemies with hooks, we dread them more than the Germans, which are Germs with the man left out. – Wishing you all the best of luck and success.
