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Dear Louise
This is Sunday night and most of the others are out on a work party. But I have a day off for a wonder. The other two fellows who are in the tent are both writing so I will do the same. We are much more comfortable in the tents. It is getting pretty cold now, not frosty like you are getting it there, but still cold all the same. We have an old pail with holes punched all over which we fill with coal or coke & it makes it cosy enough....It is getting kind of cold in here as Eddie is outside swinging the pail of coke to make it burn. Oh this is a sweet life. Sunday night & the sound of artillery & machine guns, so different to the old sunday nights. My thoughts are wandering back home now, in fact they are seldom anywhere else.