Ristow Barracks
Shorncliff, Kent
EnglandJan 18, 1917
Dear Mother
Ha Ha! Mother you make me laugh. For goodness sake don’t believe what those
people try to tell you. Mother I am
further away from being a married man than I was the day I left Winnipeg. Don’t think that I have lost all sense of
reason all together. (Newman?) if he
only knew, happens to be the goat in this case, and the joke is on him. I didn’t think that it would carry as far a
Winnipeg or the rumour would never have started. But believe me dear Mother you and Dad will
be the first to hear of any time I do happen to get crazy enough to get married
and you can bet your last dollar that it will never happen for a few years yet
and maybe not then.
Gee I have been laughing
to myself all morning. To think that you
and Dad really believed it beats me, the darn fools just want something to talk
about.
Well Mother as you see
by the address I have moved or at lest the whole CAMC have moved and I have a
dandy job in the office. Excused from
all duties except Office work. You ask
me if I received your parcel. Yes I did Mother and I enjoyed it very much but
if I were you I would not spend money sending me eats. Because all this talk of
us fellows not getting enough to eat is simply to get people at home to send
them parcels. Every camp has a canteen
that all eats and tea and coffee can be obtained at. I received the smokes and Mother I do enjoy
them. You see in this country Murads can
not be got but eats are plentiful and if we don’t spend our money that way it
goes some other.
The weather has set in
like as if it meant winter. Rainy and
wet. Do you know after this war I am
going to some country where they never get snow or rain. I have had enough of it the last few years. I am not at all surprised to hear the price
of wheat is away up and I have been hoping the farm had a good crop.
Well I have just
received VV’s letter and by Jove she has got that idea too. Mother please do forget it. It's foolishness and absolutely untrue. I have to do something now so remember me to
Dad and VV and write when you can. I will close now with love
Love
Chas
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