Gunner Albert Storey, Royal Garrison Artillery

It is Sunday night and the weather bitter cold, and I am wrapped up in my blanket trying to keep warm. I fell just in the right mood for writing, so I thought the best thing to do was to drop you a few lines. During the last few months there has been plenty of fighting about this quarter, and undoubtedly you have seen in the papers that our troops have done extraordinarily well. I am afraid I spoke too soon when I told you that I hadn’t had a taste of gas. It was only about a fortnight after that I had my first experience of it. They commenced sending gas shells over one morning, and it was rather exciting for the time being, but we soon got accustomed to it. It made my eyes smart badly, but otherwise it had no ill effects.