Oct. 1916 (?)
Thanks for the letter. Hope to receive another from you soon.
The day before yesterday I was speaking to Mr.Newberry and young Keith. Gosh though, Mr.Newberry looks about twenty-five. I never saw a man change as he has done. When I went out to speak to him I passed him a foot off as I didnt recognize him. I’ll bet you wouldn’t either.
If it wasn’t for this -------!-----! -----! mud I’d almost wish Dad could come here and put on a bit of flesh. Kelly is at present in the hospital with a bad eye. He is growing like a bally weed.
When in London last week, on Sunday morning I and cousin Dolly went to some church where I heard the darndest and longest- winded sermon I’ve ever been tortured with. In the afternoon we went to the zoo. Some place, believe me. I needn’t say much about it as Dad can tell you more than I can. We always travelled by taxi - Class EH WHAT!
I’m feeling a bit homesick now that shooting season is so close. The way a guy feels here after being bossed and fooled about with by a lot of dizzy fools is that he doesn’t give much of a d____m! whether he is going to get killed or not. I don’t give the slightest hoot what happens myself but believe me when I say DON’T JOIN THE CUSSED BUSINESS UNLESS YOU
HAVE TO AS IT WILL ONLY MAKE YOU A CUSSED ANIMAL. Keep home and remember it is the best place no matter what turns up.
Well, you pidgeon towed proon, so long for the present.
Your loving son (sic)
[Editor’s note: Transcription provided by collection donor.]