Sunday December 8/18

1 C.C.D.

Witley Camp

Surrey Eng.

Darling Mother Father + Sis,

               Just like old times dears to be writing home from Witley Camp on a Sunday night and I sure do feel more contented and satisfied with myself now than I did then. I am not exactly what you call a fighting man. But when I was here before I hardly felt that I had done my share, but now I can rest contented knowing that there is not one single thing I have missed even to stopping a piece of hardware.

               This place around here does not appeal to me as it used to. The weather is dirty and if mud was good to eat we would all be fat, again there is a very poor system around our camp too many buckshee N.C.O.’s and officers. This means crowded hut, poor eats, etc. and I surely hope I am not here for long. I have kind of a sneaky feeling that I will be home in a couple of months but do not be disappointed if it might be a little more or less.

               We had our church parade in the same place as we used to when in the 134 but I certainly miss old Mur. I heard that he was a confirmed Corporal feeling fine etc., and no doubt he will be over here on leave soon. I hope I will see him again before I go back.

               I know I am rather late putting in this order but I would like you to send a fruit cake to Mrs. Pickrell. I would rather you send this than anything to me because this is my English home + if I had been their own son they could not have treated me better if you were to have it iced and the names on I think it would be nice.

               To Mr. + Mrs. P., Dorothy, Freda, Audry, Berry, Winnie

This is not a very inspiring place around here for letter writing but believe me dears I will be talking your heads off in a few weeks.

               Hope you got that photo I sent all right.

               Your loving son + brother

                              Bob