M.B.C.H.,
29/12/16

My Dear Sister,

I see by my little book that it is over a month since I wrote you, but also that I have not received a letter from you in that time, so I don’t know which is worst. I know tho Dear, that you have been busy with your exams etc. I also have been very busy too, only two on the ward, instead of three. About a week ago tho, they put on a third man. Then my other man went on pass, but the one I have now is fine and we get done in good time. I am back on ward work, and he is on the kitchen. I like it for a change.

We had quite a good time at Christmas, you will get the details from my home letters, you will also see the snaps I sent there. I will have more in a week of the wards, as they were decorated for Christmas.

Begg and I were counting on getting a six day pass, to include New Year’s Eve and Day, to Edinburgh and Glasgow, but Begg, has been drafted down to Seaford, and my pass was turned down because so many were ahead of me. I was not particular about it tho, as I could hardly go alone. I will get it later perhaps. I intended getting my pass to London, but they are using the boys pretty mean up there, and in Scotland, they have a much better time. A couple of our boys, have just returned and they had a fine time.

Lester Jackson, came over last night, and we went up town to-gether. When we got back to the billet, it was such a miserable night, that he stayed at the billet all night.

I am writing in the billet to-night. As you already know, it is at the foot of the hill and lately we have had a great deal of rain, like a heavy fog driven before the wind. The path on the hill is so slippery, that we don’t have to walk down, just slide. It is a terrible night to-night, blowing and raining to beat the band. Last night, during high tide the waves came right up on the road, the tide was quite high this afternoon too.

As far as I know all of the 168^th N.C.O.s have retained their stripes, they may lose them in France, but if lucky, will get them back on the field, and hold them then for the duration of this war.

Well my Dear, have a few more to write.

Lovingly,
Worth.