April 21, 1915
I am writing you again to let you know I am still alive and well, hoping every one at home is the same. Well mother, we are just beginning to realize what this war means to the Belgian people. There have been scores of people coming through this place this morning who have been chased out of house and home just this week back. You see old women, who have no other way of transporting their belongings, carrying larger and heavier packs than we carry on the march. Some of the farmers we had to get out and you see them coming along with their horses and waggons loaded to the limit. I don't suppose any of them know where they are going to get a house of any kind to sleep in again. It makes a person vow vengeance on those who are causing their suffering. This week back we have been through a part of Belgium which has not been touched by the Germans and it certainly is a nice country. But still it isn't like it would be in peace time for there are refugees all through the country. There has been a lot of heavy fighting this last few days. There are loads of wounded coming through here all the time. It won't be long before we are at them, the Germans I mean, again, and there won't be any fun in it this time either, for the Germans seem to be determined to break through now or never. I have just read Olive's letter this evening of March the 1st, so I will have to close this and write her a little spiel. I also had a letter from grandma and one from Muriel. I have four letter to answer now all together so I had better get busy.
From your son,