April 24th, 1916

Dear Mum,

Just a line to let you know we are still alive & kicking. I think the last time I wrote you we were preparing for a long march. Well, we had three days of it & it proved quite enough too. We marched 16 miles the first day, 17 the second & about 7 miles the third. I got the biggest doing ever I had in my life. We only had one water bottle full of water each day although we were marching for the best part of the march within a few yards of a fresh water canal & there was hell to pay if anyone touched it. I found the first day the worst as it was a blazing hot day with not a speck of shade & sand over our boot tops & a 90 pound pack on our backs. It will give you an idea what it was like when a strong fellow


right through without dropping out but by hell it took all I knew how to do it. 

Saturday May 5th. I would like to be home for the picnic as it would be altogether different to the picnics we get into here. Remember me to all friends & give them my address as we don't get much time for writing but would like to hear from anyone who cares to write.

Your affectionate son,


P.S. Did you ever get my parcel.