Letter to Mother from No. 3 Rest Camp Thorncliffe

No. 3 Rest Camp Thorncliffe
5-24-17

Dear Mother:–

Just a line we have enjoyed breakfast bread marge. and bacon I am full as a tick we were on train all night from 11.45 to day light. I am marching beside Leeper we seem to be thrown together he has not taken a drink since Xmas. McKeith, Nelson Burns Banks, are all here, we are in the summer resort Hotels right on the coast I can turn and look out over the sea as far as I can see nothing but water. We are happy as Kings. I am waiting to help the boys when they realize what they are facing. I can never be different I can always glory in my relationship in Christ Jesus which make me different I could be here and feel like I do if I did not feel and beleave Romans 8-28 I have coated this before and will continue because it mean so much to me

I can see the pier and the boats that may take use over.

This is a modering western city wide street and moderine house so much different than Surrey the wide side walks etc.

I will soon have some mail over there because we did not get any this week yet.

Well bye bye Mother dear never worry at all about me I wish you could see how content I am in the arms of Jesus. You possibly can picture me as I sit here on my pack three stories up in the Hotel the sun shining in on me thru a bay window

There is a steel fence around our camp with barbe wire over the top so the boys won’t wander away and not be here when the fall in comes. every accomodation that we could need.

as ever your loving son
Laurie

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he is reading Gods word every day and last night he was on stable piquet and he chapter after chapter he has got the right starte turning to the word of God for his daily food. He and I could never have got together if I had not joined the transport

 God just seems to have certain little jobs for each one of his followers and then there may seem to be a time when he has nothing special for one to do, but to be ever prepared to answer his call to any thing we might here him say.

Well bye bye Mother dear as ever your loving son
Laurie.

P.S. The next letter will be from sunny France.