August 16th, 1916

Dear Mum,

I will be leaving the hospital tomorrow. I will be sent to the base first & then my battalion. If I'm lucky I suppose I'll be a week at the base. There isn't anything to relate. It's a pretty stale place. I don't know where Pat is & I don't suppose he knows where I am. It's pretty good weather here for about a month but I suppose when I get back it will rain like blazes. I am not too keen on the winter about this part of the globe. I suppose the Age & Argus would have a pretty big casualty list lately as all our lot has been where the worst fighting has been going & have suffered accordingly. I could say a lot more but can't. You might tell the rest of the boys to stop where they are as this place is no health resort. I haven't had any letters since coming to the hospital but I suppose they will be back at the battalion. I haven't heard from Snowy or Don since leaving Egypt. I suppose they will be over here now. Hoping everybody is well.

I remain your aff son,

Frank.

Address my letters to the 59th as usual.

 

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