Peak camp, Egypt
April 1918
Dear Family
It is me I am writing a letter to you from the front line It’s not that bad we get average food meat for breakfast and dinner and for lunch we get army biscuits.
We live in trenches which I don’t particularly like but it is what keeps us covered. It is surrounded on the top by sandbags and barbed wire. It is very damp, muddy and filled with rats.
88 people have been wounded and 79 died this past week. It’s not usual for that to happen the Germans have stepped up their game. They got golden mortars, advanced sniper rifles and home made riot shields.
It is normally sunny but some mornings are misty and some of us say we can see our ghostly foes and at dawn and dusk when the skies are crimson.
I have been ranked up to general the highest rank. I hope Marian sends me some chocolate, I have forgotten the taste. If I don’t make it back alive I want you to be happy at my funeral. I love you all, and my son kia kaha.
From
Your loved one
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