France,
June 24, 1917.

Dear Mother,

It is some time since I last wrote you, but we are fearfully busy every minute of the day. Your letters are arriving quite regularly.

This last week has been quite wet – in fact we’ve had a soaking most every day. Well, the rain will do a lot of good, and this warm weather we rather welcome it,

Yesterday was a big day here. We held our 2^nd Divisional Sports. The day was fine, everything went well, and the programme was excellent. The sports were largely attended by the “brass hats”. We had there – 3 Major generals and 4 Brigadier generals besides Colonels, Majors etc.

To-day has been a most beautiful day, but we are right in the middle of getting our men ready for a big inspection. Besides holding down many other jobs, I’m back at the old business of 2^nd in Command of “C” Company.

Last night I received a parcel of 17 pr of socks from the 57^th I.O.D.E. I distributed them to P’boro boys. They’ll be quite welcome.

I haven’t very much to say this time for we never have any news over here, and routine is tiresome. So, goodbye for this time, Mother dear.

Your loving son,
Grant Mowat.