souvenirs across. It remains to be seen what will happen.

"I like my platoon very much, and I have had a very happy
time these last few months.

"I often think of the time to come, après la guerre, when we
shall have the old tea-time chats, a smaller house and less
running about for you, of the time when I shall take up my
Church secretaryship again and also my work in the City. I
wonder what they will put me into?

"Well, mother mine, don't worry about me. I'm all right and
will be home sooner than you think, even if I last the war
through and--I might, you know, unless I get wounded. And if
I get that I shall be home sooner, and if I get the only
other alternative, well, dear, it's merely a reunion with
the others, and a matter of waiting for you. But it remains
to be seen.

"Well, mother darling, I must now close. I'll drop you both
a line every day, so don't worry."

The next line that both received was from a hospital.




One Young Man Gets a "Blighty"