Date of Letter:
1917/07/22
Summary:
Arthur Melville "Porky" Munro writes to his mother, and tells her about the seaside cliffs, the weather, and some familiar faces that he's seen while stationed in Seaford.
Transcription:
Seaford Camp, Sussex
July 22nd, 1917
Dear Mother,
It's Sunday and I'm right out on the chalk cliffs you hear so much about. On the very edge of Seaford Camp, Sussex
July 22nd, 1917
Dear Mother,
It's Sunday and I'm right out on the chalk cliffs you hear so much about. On the very edge of England.
Yesterday I went down to the beach and went over the edge. The water is just about as warm as Lake Ontario is when it's nice and warm and the salt water is easy to swim in. The only thing you don't like is to get a mouthful. That was about the first thing I did but after getting it once I kept my mouth shut. Seaford isn't such a bad place, it's better than
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Crowborough anyway.
Lee Dann one of the Home boys who came across with a draft from the 83rd Bn., is here and I've been out with him a couple of times. He was wounded in the foot, knee and head. One piece of shrapnel went through the peak of his cap. He says he has a good chance of going back to Canada. I saw Charlie Brady and Donovan too. They are both in the 3rd Canadian Command Depot which is stationed here. There is an Imperial Camp here too so there are plenty of soldiers around. Last night I saw some star fish when the tide was out as well as crabs and lobsters.
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I've been doing fatigue work since I came here such as cutting up meat, picking up paper and moving heavy boxes, etc. The rest of the Depot came down yesterday so we're not so busy now.
As usual, I don't know when I'll be going on pass on to France. I'm beginning to doubt if we'll get a pass at all or not. If we do get one, it will be pretty soon because there aren't many left now to go ahead of us. I can hear the big guns from France now. They keep booming all the time.
I guess that's all I can think of to say this time.
Love to all,
Melville.
July 22nd, 1917
Dear Mother,
It's Sunday and I'm right out on the chalk cliffs you hear so much about. On the very edge of Seaford Camp, Sussex
July 22nd, 1917
Dear Mother,
It's Sunday and I'm right out on the chalk cliffs you hear so much about. On the very edge of England.
Yesterday I went down to the beach and went over the edge. The water is just about as warm as Lake Ontario is when it's nice and warm and the salt water is easy to swim in. The only thing you don't like is to get a mouthful. That was about the first thing I did but after getting it once I kept my mouth shut. Seaford isn't such a bad place, it's better than
(PAGE 2)
Crowborough anyway.
Lee Dann one of the Home boys who came across with a draft from the 83rd Bn., is here and I've been out with him a couple of times. He was wounded in the foot, knee and head. One piece of shrapnel went through the peak of his cap. He says he has a good chance of going back to Canada. I saw Charlie Brady and Donovan too. They are both in the 3rd Canadian Command Depot which is stationed here. There is an Imperial Camp here too so there are plenty of soldiers around. Last night I saw some star fish when the tide was out as well as crabs and lobsters.
(PAGE 3)
I've been doing fatigue work since I came here such as cutting up meat, picking up paper and moving heavy boxes, etc. The rest of the Depot came down yesterday so we're not so busy now.
As usual, I don't know when I'll be going on pass on to France. I'm beginning to doubt if we'll get a pass at all or not. If we do get one, it will be pretty soon because there aren't many left now to go ahead of us. I can hear the big guns from France now. They keep booming all the time.
I guess that's all I can think of to say this time.
Love to all,
Melville.
Object ID:
2017.22.129