My dear Mother
Yesterday I got your letter together with Juliet’s. I think Father’s must still be on its way. We have not changed our base yet, but are on a different site, just on the edge of the country and at present we officers have our quarters in an empty chateau. There are eight of us sleeping in a large salon, it reminds one of dormitory days, especially as we go to bed about 9.0 having only candles for illumination.
We rather expect to make a move to another district before long, but nothing official is yet known. News filters through slowly and there are at present several rumours requiring confirmation. The general tone seems good, but I expect there will have be more big battles before French soil is clear.
I get Mary’s letters pretty regularly now. I hope she will come and stay with you soon. She writes cheerfully as a rule and I think finds it a great pleasure to have her little nephew in the house.
With much love to all.
From your son