1918/06/08

Gordon "Gug" Munro writes to his mother. He has recently been appointed to a Corporal position. He talks about some of his battle experiences in brief terms, before changing the subject quickly to his new duties and camp conditions. He mentions a photograph he received of his sister, and how tall she has grown. He also mentions a comrade who has been killed recently.

Note: Year on letter of 1918 is incorrect.

Belgium
June 8/18
Cpl. H.G. Munro

Dear Mother,
I guess you will be surprised to not get a letter from England. It's the same old story, passes cancelled till further orders. This time I had my $20 cheque in my pocket & had lain down to rest a couple of hours before the train pulled out & along came the cheering news. I had been expecting it though all day, so was not so sore at things in general as I might have been. I suppose you will be reading in the papers about

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the great sport we're having lately. Believe me, things were so hot several times I hardly knew whether I was going or coming, but I came through O.K. so did Brock, Pepall and Scottie were on pass, luckily for them. We had some exciting trip, you can bet. I hope to be able to give you the details some other time. I have not been able to find out about Snyder or "Leet"Harris but hope they are all right.
I fell in a shell hole up to my waist & lay in a pool of water most of the day, but outside of that & the war in general I have no kick coming, am thankful to be alive.

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I supposed you will notice by the letter I am a full Corporal now. Just got the second stripe 4 or 5 days ago & have charge of a squad. My Corporal was wounded along with a good many others in the rumpus. We are out "fattening" at present in a fine camp, best of everything around here, but its too good to last. Tomorrow I have to go to a school to act as Instructor on bombs to a bunch of company men, can you imagine it?
I'm away behind in my letter writing I left it till I got to England & then I was going to write every one from there & now

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it's a case of get busy. Had a letter from Aunt Kate and Grace Hewer & Bill & yourself tonight. I hardly knew Bill by the picture, she had grown like a bad weed. Imagine Father with his moustache off. Ho! Ho! Some sight. We learnt today of Kitchener's death, it sure was a shock, it seems all the good men are going, don't feel very well myself- joke!
It's past bed time & I hear the rain pitter-patter on the tent, so I better get some sleep before it starts coming through. Enclosing a picture Scottie had taken on pass. Don't know the girls with him.

Love to all,
Gordon

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