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Date: November 4th 1916
To
Dad and Mom
From
Sid
Letter

France...Souchez area
Nov. 4,1916

Dear Dad and Mum:

We leave for the line to-morrow so here goes for a final scribble. We have been here 3 weeks before we leave--quite a stay for the usual run of the boys here. A good many of them come in and go up into the line in a few hours after their arrival.

We have had I suppose our final medical examination. We were stripped stark naked for this. The exam was a fairly easy one and every one of our fellows passed.

We had a fine concert at the YMCA yesterday evening. About twenty violins, a cello,a bass viol, two coronets, a piano, a trombone and a french horn. It was fine especially as a very good conductor ran things.

I hope you send me a pair of socks every week so I can be sure of a warm addition to my footwear per week. Please be sure to send a very thick, heavy pair with long leg portions so to keep the legs warm. We are going to the firing line to-morrow and I only have 2 pairs of sox to go in. I picked these off the clothes heap and washed them.

I don't like to ask the people at Sloane St. to send me anything for to tell the truth it struck me that I was looked upon as a burden when I was there. Mind you this might be a fancy but I must say I didn't feel at home half as much as when I went to Peasmarsh. I guess it was because Dall Penny didn't quite know how to take a boorish Canadian relative.

I heard a sea mine explode yesterday. It was rumoured that one of the French small boats ran into a stray mine with the usual results. I met little Art Schribner who used to play the bugle so much a couple of years ago in Kamloops. He was sargent bugler of the 62nd. but couldn't go with them on account of sickness. As I write you I can hear the fellows in the canteen singing "Hail, Hail, the gangs all here..What the H- do we care.. What the H- do we care now!".

The fellow who sleeps next to me, called "Ross",is at present busy sewing a cover for George's
muzzle.,George is his rifle, a jake ----Enfield.

None of us has had a letter for 3 weeks so you can understand what a treat one will afford us. A fellow can say what he pleases but believe me the most relished thing for the fellow away from home is-a letter and I guess a letter from the absent one is just as pleasant for you, Eh what! Just before I left Uncle Harold wrote and asked me to come and spend a week end with him and he would teach me to ride a motor cycle! We left before I could, worse luck for the motor cycle.

Write when you can and don't worry about me. I'll not get beaned if I can see the sausage chewing german pig first.

Your ever loving son, Sid W