France,
October 19th / 17
Dear Marjorie,
I will not attempt to write a long letter - nothing more than a note. The longer I am out here the less I am able to write. There is not much use in writing much about what we are doing as that will all be censored and there is nothing to write as one day is like the one before it - a very exciting existence is it not. It might be exciting to a new recruit but not to us. The weather is getting quite chilly but we are quite comfortably situated at present, however I doubt whether we will long remain so. This district used to be very thickly populated, mostly miners consequently houses are very numerous, or rather remains of houses are. The cellars which have brick walls are in good condition though so we have comfortable bunks in them. There is so much debris around that we have plenty of wood. An open fire brightens things up quite a bit. What is the weather like in Canada now? Have the leaves begun to fall yet? I suppose the hunting season is open now. I would not mind being over at the little old lake with Clint. I think the old times will come back yet though. How is your school coming along Marjorie? What grades do you have, write and tell me about it. I have not heard from you since your school commenced. Probably you do not get all my letters either. Well I will close now with the best of luck.

I remain ever Gordon