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Date: October 11th 1916
To
Lola
From
George
Letter

Oct. 11, 1916

Dear Lola,

Just a few lines to let you know I am still keeping well and have not forgotten you. I couldn't write before for we have had very poor mail service lately and could not send any mail for quite a while. I carried a letter written on the 27th of Sept until I was ashamed to send it so I had to rewrite it and posted it yesterday. That will give you some idea of the conditions existing here at the present. I am at the seaside now having been sent here for a few days to recuperate after two strenuous spells in the trenches at the Somme. I suppose you heard about Frank Cookson being killed. He was killed by a shell on the night of Sept 12-13. That was our first trip in and the second time in Will Bookers nerves gave way and he was sent out shell shock. We were in two attacks one on the fifteenth of September and one on the twenty-eighth. They were both successful for the germans had no fight left in them after our artillery had finished with them, although the fellows coming out now say he is fighting desperately to hold the ridge he is on but he has got to for if he loses it he will soon lose Bapaume. Well I guess you will soon be looking forward to the skating again. Well we have something to look forward to even if it may be a little farther away than the skating and that is our home-coming. How is Fred getting along and do you know what part of the Somme he is in. Well there isn't much news in this letter for there is no news here to tell so I'll close now Remaining

Yours Sincerely
George H Tripp

P.S. Please excuse scribble and mistakes.
G.T.