M.B.C.H., Eng.,
1/11/16.

My Dear Mother and All,

Well for the first time I am writing in my tent, but it is much more quiet, and as a draft is going out in the morning, my things will stand watching. Word came through at 5.15 to-night for ten men and three N.C.A.’s of No 10 to leave here at 7.30 to-morrow morning. I am not one of three picked out, but it is very possible that I will be out of here by the time you get this letter. We don’t know whether this is an advance party or whether they are going to take charge of a small hospital. We will likely know before long tho.

I think I told you that an ambulance driver had asked about me here one day. I found out the other day who it was, he sat right across from me at the table, and his name is Fisher. He is a brother of that fellow who married Mrs. Reid’s maid and a cousin of that little girl who was sick for so long. Nert knows her, and I wish she would tell that girl, that I have seen her cousin. I remember him quite well, and he is certainly a dandy chap. It is good to see him two or three times a day as his car is parked out by ward seven, that is where the cars were in the picture I sent. He must be a good driver as he has a Cadillac, eight. He is very fat and certainly looks well.

I did not write any letters Monday nor Tuesday. Monday I went right to bed early on account of my cold (which is practically all better). Then yesterday, I got my pass down town, and arrived home about 7.30, going to bed early. I was fortunate in having a nice afternoon, as it only rained while I was in the buss on the way home. To-day was much the same. It does rain terribly hard thro the night tho. In fact it is raining [start of new page with annotation at top “Answered”] right now and I just got a drop on this paper. We have the most peculiar weather. It will be beautiful sunshine one minute, and pouring rain the next, then in half an hour, all sunshine again. I had my picture taken, just a small one 8/6 for half a dozen, hardly seems enough. I also bought a nice thin oilskin coat for twenty-one shillings and one of those sou’wester hats to match. It will sure keep me dry and is so light that I can carry it easily. I went into a movie right after I bought it and when I came out I brought half the red plush off the seat with me. It washed off allright tho. I was on ward 31 till Tuesday morning, and then returned to ward 5. The parcel of underware arrived all right thanks, but I have not opened it, as I will mail it to myself when we move, having all I can carry now. I am saving the jam Miriam sent me till we move, because it is hard getting eats then, and I sure will enjoy it.

Say this is Wednesday, and I have not a letter from anyone this week. Our mail will be rather uncertain now too perhaps, as it is altogether likely our camp on St. Martin’s Plain, will be altogether broken up.

You are very foolish to worry, because, I am well, and everything is going fine and no more danger than if I was at home. By the looks of things at present, we may never get outside England. They are – we hear- sending some hospitals back from France. They are in much less danger here, can get better food and accommodation, and do their work just as well.

Mr. Clark, apparently did not write me, but he will likely be in our hospital, when he returns, and I can see him then.

No one had told me about Ralph, I wonder how they are getting on with the business there now.

Evan Stuart had nothing to do with his transfer. He was a telegraph operator, and was transferred by Ottawa. Our Colonel will not grant any of us transfers, so don’t worry, some have tried it.

My shoes that I had repaired only about three weeks ago are all gone up again. Have to have new soles and heels again. I don’t know what happened to the others. They seemed just like paper.

Well its nearly nine and I must retire,

Lovingly,
Worth.