M.B.C.H.
6/1/17

Dear Grandmother,

First let me thank you very much for your kind remembrance, which arrived from home last week. And secondly, please express my thanks to the association in Mitchell, which sent me the box. It arrived yesterday in good condition and certainly contained a very useful assortment of articles.

At present I am a patient in my own ward. I have had for a month, one of my usual bad colds. I went on sick parade three times, but we are so short of men, that they would not put me to bed. Last Sunday tho, I felt so poorley, that I just went to bed. A mustard plaster and quinine soon fixed the cold, but I developed a bad throat, which is now better. I will likely be back to duty Monday.

I am not with my unit yet. Two weeks after coming to England we were split up for training and I am still here. The unit has a hospital at Seaford, but it is only small, and as they enlarge, they are calling us in. We hear now tho, that we have orders to take over a new 450 bed hospital at Eastbourne and that we will all be together inside of two weeks.

Moore Barracks Hospital, where I am now located, is in peace times a barracks for Imperial troops and consists of a series of long narrow buildings. These contain about 34 beds each, a row along each wall.

I was put in a surgical ward when I came here, transferred to the operating ward for three weeks, and then back to my first ward, where I have spent three months. We have to handle the stretchers, keep the wards clean and look after the feeding of the patients, preparing breakfast and tea right in the ward diet-Kitchen. Dinner is sent in from the cook-house.

The Barracks, is built on the top of a hill rising right from the edge of the English Channel. I live in an old hotel right at the foot of the hill, and close to the water, that we can throw stones in from the windows. The town is known as Sandgate and we are in walking distance of Folkestone, Hythe and Seabrook. There are plenty of amusements etc., but as we are on duty from 7 A.M. till 6.30 P.M., and hard at it too, we usually feel like going to bed.

We have no idea when we will get to France, but it will not be till spring anyway.

Love to all,
Your affectionate, grandson,
Worth.