1 Same Address 18 — 2 — 16 My Dear
Mother, Just a few lines to let you know
I am well. I can't write so often now as
we are very busy we fare in the trenches.
we hear nothing but the roar of the
artillery, bombs & trench mortars. I suppose
you saw in the paper where Millar
Hutton was home. Tell Jean I got
her letter all right, she said I started
Dear Sister & ended Your Loving Son, I
intended the letter for you, but the
writing on the back of the card put
me wrong & the trenches is not the
best place to write a letter in. One of
our chaps got a letter From his sweet
heart & she was on to him. Some of
the boys were arguing which was
the most dangerous street (trench)
in our part of the lines he told
her in the letter by mistake 2 Is the fishing or the weather improving
any. Tell everybody I was asking for
them. I think this is all at present.
With love to all. I remain
Your Loving Son Sammie. P. S. Excuse the scribble as the
pencil was bad.