V.A.S. France

April 28, 1918

Dear Folks,

Back again to the old base and the old business. Starting in once more to be a soldier is a job even more difficult that I had expected. I was hoping to run into somebody I knew down here but was dissapointed.

No letters of course since leaving Con Camp. I left ‘home’ Wednesday afternoon; the journey was broken that night at a famous town about which Maud Hawkins once wrote a ‘story’ for the ‘Westminister’ unfortunately owing to an out break of smallpox the place was ‘out of bounds’ so I kicked my heels most of the next day waiting for the cattle cars which were to take me the rest of the journey. Travelled all that night at a snail’s pace arriving next morning at a station and camp five miles from here. After having dinner in this camp a small party of us consisting of Imperials entirely except myself were marched to the M.G. base and so I arrived once more at the starting place for all evil and for all good.

As a draft went out to day I shall probable me around for a week or more. It is a very decently conducted camp but of course we have ‘parades’ both morning and afternoon. Being alone and in a rather solitary frame of mind I have nothing to relate beyong my own [?] doings. There is a fairly decent library in the Y here from which I managed to dig out some Graham Balfour’s life of R.L.S. –entertaining reading- and I brought with me a couple of Frenck works – so you see I have found something to keep me from contemplating the inscrutable ways of the army which metnal process, so I think I have mentioned before, should not fail to result in insanity for the thinker.

Very very much love to you all. I need not tell you how much my thoughts are with you, especially when I am not getting letters.

Affectionately,

George