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I am quite well.
I have been admitted into hospital
and am going on well.
and hope to be discharged soon.
I am being sent down to the base.
I have received your
Letter follows at first opportunity.
I have received no letter from you
for a long time.
10th Roy Ir Fusiliers, B company 37-Hut, Military Camp, Newtownards
My Dear Mother
I am awful sorry I have been so long in answering your welcome letter that I received alright. But my arm was so sore that I could not manage it. This is the first I have written since I wrote to you. You wanted me to get someone to write for me. But I would not ask anyone to do so as are all strangers to me. And I knew you would think me alright, as long as I am here. Well I am getting on alright and will soon be better again. But I am still attending the Dr. I had no word from Jimmy yet.
The Camp is still closed, but I think it will soon be opened and I shall go up to see you as soon as I can get a pass in a weeks time or so. Davy Patterson must have died sudden at the Last. I hope you have got all right again yourself. It is lovely weather now. I hope it lasts as it is most pleasant. I suppose Jimmy and Annie are both working every day. It is good weather for getting the flax pulled. Well I hope you will forgive me for not writing to you sooner. And I hope to hear from you soon again. I think I will have to close now. Excuse this scribble as I have got the proper use of my arm yet.
Your Loving Son
23 August 1916
Mrs John Adams
Just a card to let you know I am getting on alright, hoping yourself and all at home are keeping in good health. The weather is keeping quite nice. No more at present.
Postcard shows: “Greetings to my loved ones at home.”
A soldier writes a letter, using his hat on his knee as his desk. In his thoughts are his wife and young daughter.
“Here’s a greeting to my loved ones,
Just to day all’s well with me,
And to tell them I am thinking,
Of the home I’d love to see.
Cares there are – yet sweet the knowledge
That one holds a place apart,
Very warm and tender in each
Faithful loving heart. “
Madeleine St Clair