Bramshott Camp, England,
March 23rd, 1917

Dear Mother,

I was lucky enough to get three of your letters together this week, but that makes up for their slowness in coming, as we didn't get any Canadian mail for three weeks. But when it did come it came in a heap.

Well mother, I haven't much news for you this week as things are just the same, the weather included. It rains every other day. I had a letter from aunt Jessie last Sunday, but she hadn't been very well, but Granny and the rest were all right. She said she expected Roland home on leave. I have to go through two weeks musketry course before we get away on leave. I was glad to hear you had an increase in the pigs and calves, and I hope you get along well with them as they are as good as anything for paying now. I suppose that you will be putting in the garden soon. I'd like to be able to help you. I'll have to try for leave, eh; it would be nice to have some of the good old times again. I got auntie's letter with yours, and the pictures she took of us, when I was home last, and they are good, especially the one of you and auntie. I'm writing her tonight too, but tell her how glad I was to get them.

Well, don't you miss the Standongs this winter. I guess the homestead looks too cold for him. You'll miss Mrs. Chisholm too; she was a good sort, wasn't she? It's too bad there isn't more folks around. You'll get plenty of talk about down east when Mrs. Wright gets back. Geordie is still with us, and gets along all right; Gavin Lowne has a stripe now; Clare lost his in Halifax for too much swank. Don't forget to tell Joe.

Well mother dear, I'll have to close now, but I'll be able to write you more about England after I get away, as we don't see anything around here, but camp. So with love to you all, and hoping Dad is getting on fine, from your ever loving son,

Frank.