“October 8, 1916
#743179 Machine Gun Section
115th Battalion C.E.F.
c/o Army Post Office
Well it is a long time since I have written to you. I try to do my best though. When you think of it there isn’t a whole lot I can write about. If I was allowed to tell you all I did I would have writing subjects for years. I don’t get up till 6:00 AM. Breakfast at seven AM. First parade at 9:00AM. From then on we carry on with physical drill and M.G. work. I am the physical instructor for the M.G. Section. There are 37 men now. You ought to see me boy. I sure do make ’em hump. Jumping and running and sweating. We have from 12 till 2 PM for lunch. Then on with the sports till 5 PM. Not such bad hours. Something doing every minute. Our nights are not very jolly affairs. After supper we usually write a while or read. Then there are card games and boxing. Some fight to any little grudge they get against one during the day why I give them a chance to get square with the gloves. Some do and some don’t. Still I live right then there are usually some wrestling bouts and general rough house. A bunch of rough and readies don’t play drop the ? kerchief.
We had a moch trial last week. One of our men, Symonds by name, was pinched and accused of stealing. There are some mighty smart fellows in this Battalion. We had two for lawyers. It was certainly funny. They didn’t stop to choose their words. Just went right to it. Swore and cursed and tried to fight. I wish you could have heard it. It sure was hot
Well it ended up, and Symonds was found guilty and sentenced to clean the Sections boots for a week. He hung on for two days, 36 pairs a day, then rebelled. He was then pardoned. So you see how it goes. Any old thing to pass the time and keep from brooding too much. Some of the days get pretty blue some times. There is the time to look out for squalls. They get like sulky kids. I tell you one has to use a whole lot of judgement in a position where he has charge of men. Lights out at 9.45 and all quiet. How do you think you would like it. Mind I have told you most the pleasant side of it and spoken in a cheerful manner, or tried to, but there is the unpleasant side, as there is to everything. We will leave that to take care of itself. Life wouldn’t be worth while if everything went along too smoothly would it?
Remember me to all my old friends, and love to all the family.