Letter to Mother from No 5 Canadian General Hospital

No 5 Canadian General Hospital
Kirkdale  Liverpool   Eng. 
1-11-18

Dear Mother:– 

It is now 6,55 P.M. and I am getting acquanted in a new Hospital, I arrived about 3 P.M.   Had a good supper and have just fooled around ever since. I went and looked out now that it is dark to see what the city looked like, All tho the day has been a bit damp the stars are trying to shine and the city looks a pretty smoky looking place all around the lights shining up thru the smoke and mist.

Just when I was on the street ready to come away from the Hospital this A.M. young Potter came out the door on crutches he has lost a leg about the knee, he was one of our stretcher bearers in another co'y. He has told me the Tommy Butters was in this same hospital with a leg off, he was my D.C. S.B. when I got wounded so I ran off to find him and shake hands with him that was all the time I had. He told me Reedman had been killed, is that not to bad a young wife in Eng. no childern, I always think it would not be so bad if the wife had a child for company and to see grow year by year. I will write Mrs Reedman a letter while I am here. she wrote me one of the nicest letter a while ago and I have not answered it yet,

I think I will like this place I will be buisy looking at the town for a cupple of weeks and each A.M. I will spend reading I may sail about the middle of Dec. at the very latest so that won't be to bad.

The Sisters gave us a good time last night Holloween night they had a lot of games competitions and etc. the supper and a home talent concert by them and the staff of the Hosp. They cooked good home made donuts cake and cookies and gave real good sodwiches and coffee, the decorations of the dining room and the Theatre were fine black cats and witches with brooms.

Well good night Mother dear as ever your loving son
Laurie

2nd

Dear Mother:–

I am going out for tea tonight and entertainment after. I think it is given by munition workers,

I got my blues clothes A.M. and turned in my khakie. they seem to feed us extra good here or else my appetite is better or something,

I think that there is about fifty single beds in this room on the third floor. These hospitals were poor houses in peace times and very good to I beleave but I miss the big looking glasses that were so frequent in the Hotel or Granville hosp.

Well bye bye Mother dear as ever your loving son
Laurie