Letter to Mother from Somewhere in France

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Some where France
27-4-18

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To Mrs Alice D. Cunningham Hazenmore Sask.

Dear Mother:–

I wrote two letters yesterday that I had put off for a long time and have about three more that I would like to know were completed,

We are taking quite a bit of comfort out of our rest period, we had a gass mask inspection and bath today. Well I never relished a bath more any time than I did this one, and the water was far from being comfortably warm,

It still stays cloudy but is warmer.

I received a short letter from Mrs Burns, I will write her later if I live.

I surely like raisin pie don't you remember how I used to buy raisins and if I ever get back you will have to make me a raisin pie.

So Teddy is going to batch this summer, well it won't hurt him and should do him good, he is 20 now, I hope it don't take him as long as me to see what life means and that the slower but surer you go the better you end up, A good comfortable home every boy in the west should be able to provide, and that should be his aim instead of a pile of money as I think I was working for, but no more,

I wrote a letter to Mrs Campbell telling her about Pete going down the line a little sick, he will be all right again in a short time I think.

Supper is now about on so I will quit  L.


29th

Funk hole in front line and a good comfortable one to so I am enjoying my self by reading writing and cooking hot meals and etc.

To ly on my tummy like this don't seem to be the most handy way to write so one can read your writing. The F.H. is not quite high enough to sit up straight in so I have to assum the position.

As I sat frying my dinner my thots drifted back to home and good things to eat. I can see you getting the meals yet just the same as if I left yesterday I would like to be able to picture to you some of my thots at times like that but I can't in words the scenes are fild with the deepest true love for a mother that means more than any thing in the world to me,

I was down the trench this A.M. and had a good talk to Bob B's. You would laugh if I could tell you some of the things he said, you could not believe that the same fellow could have changed so much from patriotic view point. I came back and here was Bob Mc half sticking out of a partly completed F.H. it had started to sprinkle so I got a oil sheet and put over his legs, he don't know yet who done that for I havent got the sheet yet, He and I are in the same platoon but have agreed to not occupy the same F.H. for fear the same shell might get us both, and not leave one to tell the story. We talked this over away last fall, us four. I surely get a lot of satisfaction out of the snaps I carry, I am among the about 3 that get the most boxes in the platoon, I have had fourteen since March 9th and they have all contained dandy treats.

That was surely to bad about Merrill OBrien an't life so uncertain we never know how long we will live or what death we will die, But if I go down over here I want to be carrying on doing my duty, and that in a fight will be helping all I can the wounded boys,

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

P.S. I was at church yesterday A.M. but missed the communion service it was in the evening when I was buisy.

L.


30th

The last day of April and it is drizzling rain but warm I am sitting in my F.H. just finishing my supper.

The is a few shells droping around but no one gets hit so we want it to stay that way,

The runner is gathering up the mail so I must close

as ever
Laurie.