The Royal Canadian Legion Saskatchewan Command LEST WE FORGET 63 France Sept 25, 1917 Dear Mother: I haven’t had any word from you since I wrote last, but Fred got a letter so that was nearly as good. I was going to write on Sunday but we had to work all day and I was on picquet at night so I decided to write last night, but I was just getting into bed (I do my writing in bed nowadays) when the Quartermaster came along looking for men to go up the line to haul ammunition from the rail head to the guns, it is pretty hard work so any of the fellows who were dressed and had any chance, beat it out of sight instantly, but I was helpless having no clothes on so I had to dress and go up. We got up about eleven o’clock so we had to wait two hours for it, we were wrestling shells from then until after five o’c. and it was after seven when we got back to our horse line, we sure had a good nights work. I don’t blame anyone for trying to get out of it, I would have if I had a chance, of course we have regular turns for going up and we don’t mind that but when one of these extra turns come around we generally make ourselves scarce. Fred has been pretty sick these last few days, some stomach trouble but he is nearly all right now. I hear we may have to move our horse lines again, we all feel pretty sore about it as we have been working pretty hard to get this place fixed up and now we will likely have to leave it, we will be lucky if we strike as good a place again, if we get any cover for the horses we will soon build a shelter for ourselves. Well I think I will have to bring this to a speedy close as I can hardly keep awake, I dozed off once since I started this letter so if it’s not very sensible you will know it is because I am sleepy. Suppose threshing will be in full swing by now, we will try and thrash a few of the germens, it is pretty slow work but I think we are giving them more than we have to take from them so I guess it will all come right in time. Well I will close now and will write again when I am not so sleepy. Your Loving Son, Victor The following is a transcription of one of Victor’s few surviving letters home:
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