Lovely letters and good friends

I received your very welcome letter last Thursday and you don't know how it cheers a chap up, especially yours, for you write lovely letters and put things in such a way that a chaps feels he wants to come home. I'm sorry I caused the excitement I did when the first mail arrived so perhaps I had better not write any more to the youngsters but six weeks was a long time before you got our mail. I think I said in my last letter that you should have heard from un within a month but I must have been dreaming when I said that or else had a touch of the sun for my own little bit of common sense ought to have told me better than that.

I am glad that the money is coming in without any trouble and please don't forget to take out what I told you or else there will be trouble.

I thought that my debts would amount to double almost of what they came to and am relieved now to know that I am free from debt.

I suppose you know that Ted has been sent to Birmingham. He cracked to his people that he only got a flesh wound above the knee but I think myself that he got well and truly hit or else they would have not sent him to England.

Did you see a letter in the Spec, I think it was June 11th from a chap who was wounded, to his mother, Ray Dawborn was his name, well he was wounded at the same time as Ted and hit in the shoulder pretty bad and he left Alexandria for the Dards again on the very day we arrived. He is a friend of Harry and I knew him well. Of course I am only surmising but I know what Ted is, either the wound got septic poisoning or else the bone was smashed up and he did not want to worry his mother. Thems my sentiments of the matter.

This climate is no good for healing wounds and on account of our shorts a number of the fellows have scratched their knees whilst out skirmishing and I've seen some terrible knees just from a little scratch, even Harry Ivory who is writing just beside me has his knee in a sling, in fact, half the regiment have their legs tied up.

We have just been teasing the Egyptian who came to fix the light in the shed and who began spinning us a long yarn in Arabic about what was the matter with it, of course we couldn't understand a word, we told him we believed every word of it and we were sure that he would not try to deceive us, in fact we told him all the rot we could think of and he looked at us as a serious as a judge all the time and understood us as much as we understood him, perhaps it is just as well I am writing this down in the mess shed and it is a lovely night after a regular scorcher. I am dressed in a pyjama coat and my short knicks, nothing more nothing less, in fact, this afternoon when I wrote Bill's spasm I don't know what else to call it, I was even minus the coat and can't say I felt very cool. It gets so hot sometimes that you don't know what to do with yourself.

There's never been a cloud in the sky since we have been here, but as a rule we have great nights, in fact last Thursday night was so beautiful that A.O. and I hired a carriage and pair and with a certain friend of your from the Palace Hospital drove around for an hour and a half enjoying the lovely cool breeze and then went to supper …..........and then a very pleasant evening. I found a nice pile of letters on my bunk when I arrived home. I don't know how I would get on if I did not have my old friends here, Ralph, Ernie and Alf for I have made no real friends at all except Stan Fletcher as I am absolutely disgusted with the behaviour of the fellows who have thrown off all restraint since coming here. Of course, the place lends itself to everything bad.

I hope to have a couple more photos ready in the morning so I will keep this in case. Sunday is the only day I am able to visit Alf at his camp and every time I've been there Percy Hammond has been out. He always goes to Church in Cairo.

I suppose it will be too late to wish Bill many happy returns when this epistle reaches you.

I am afraid I have not told you much news but there is nothing startling. I am still very well and very fat. Ralph is splendid and wished to be remembered to you, also Ernie, Harry, Dorey. Ralph received a certificate this morning from the school of instruction he did splendidly in the exams. With heaps of love,

ps Mr. Carey sent me a Spectator and somebody sent an Australasian and they were both appreciated very much. I never knew the Spectator was such a fine paper until I read out in the desert. Some girl sent the Australian: quite the place for writing.

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