Dear Mother, Yesterday was a great day for mail. There was five days' mail stored up and there were six bags for our company. I got three parcels and a magazine. Two parcels from you dated Feb. 29th, March 7th, one from Aunt Annie, Feb. 19th and the magazine from Cliff. I suppose by now you will know with what success the drive has started and the Canadians helped start it. The whole affair was a walkover and why old Fritz doesn't quit is more than I can make out. There were a few Blighties dished out but neither Mason nor I were lucky in that respect. By that you will see that he's all right. Wes seemed relieved and pleased when he saw us after we came out. This is a funny spring over here. Yesterday, April 12th, there was about three inches of snow on the ground, and it was cold. To-day there is no sign of snow, but there is a lot of mud in its place. (We are going to have a muster parade now. I'll finish this later.) 1 hour later. The paper says this spring is the coldest over here since 1879. Leonard is not back yet. He sure must be having some time. It's nearly eight weeks since he left. Yesterday when we were coming out, the band was on the road to meet us and played us back to camp. We are in same tents which we were in before. After the wet weather we have had, the ground is very muddy and the ground inside of the tents is muddy. There is a sawmill near us so one man from each tent took a bag and filled it with sawdust. We sprinkled that on the floor and it dried things up and is also clean. Mason and I were pretty hungry when we got in yesterday, so we went up to the Y.M.C.A and got some eats. They consisted of a tin of sausages, a tin of salmon & packets of biscuits, and half a dozen hard boiled eggs. Then last night the parcels came. Say, we had some feed, honey, peanut brittle and cake. It was great. Here is the corporal after the mail. Remember me to all Goodbye Your loving son Gordon