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My own dear Mother,
Just a short note to let you know we are all well and in the land of the living.  Have had it rather warm in spots.  Am not supposed to say anything about the matter but so far the Hun has only ripped my breeches with shrapnel and filled my eyes and mouth with sand by a bullet through the parapet which also knocked off my helmet and scared the supreme nerve out of me and wish for shortness, and deafened me temporarily with high explosive shells.  No telling when our last  moment will come.  Haven’t been out of sound of guns since arriving.  One can never get quite settled to the heavy stuff.