Dear Mother,
I received the tarts this morning (Monday) and they were alight. I am not writing to Lily today because if she sends the photo today it will get cross post. Thank Joe for the fags. Shan’t I be pleased when I get out of here I am a bit fed up of it. They brought about 150 wounded here last night, some of them Belgium soldiers and one a German officer. They had to put him in a private room with himself because some of the wounded wanted to get at him. There was one lad about 19 with his leg blown off and they left his mouth organ in the motor car and he would not go into the hospital until they fetched it for him and then he started playing are we downhearted. I am sorry to hear that Algy is in hospital, they didn’t mean bursting you when at the wedding. Let me know what sort of one you had and how did Joe on at it. Tell him there is a chap just running muggings while I’m writing this so I could not help but think about him. How did Harry go on. Tell him to write and let me know and tell Emma and Morris to send me something. I will now close.
From your loving son,
George