Private T Medlock

Allow me a small space in your valuable paper for a few lines, just to let the old boys know I am getting on fine and in the pink. We have had a lot of missiles to dodge since I wrote last, such as rifle grenades, aerial torpedoes, which are terrible things to have dropping close to us: they are a sort of bomb, weighing something like 60lbs, with wings to propel them through the air, but we don’t mind them when we can see them coming, when we can dodge in somewhere, if it is only to get our heads under cover. In times as these it makes us creep in rats’ holes as you might say. We get a fair supply of Jack Johnsons from Krupps, and they (the Germans) get a good supply of Lloyd Georgers (6 in. Shells) straight from Blighty. We are having lovely weather now, the nightingale singing at night and the cuckoo in the day, it reminds us of peaceful days gone by, but we all hope we shall peace again before the cuckoo comes again next year. We have heard of General Townshend’s surrendering, but we all think he stuck it well. Better days are in store and everything comes to them that wait. I read ‘R Evans’ letter in your paper and perhaps he will read this one, he will see that I am still somewhere in France. Wishing you and all your paper the best of luck.