April 2nd 1918

Dear Mother,

Just a few lines to let you know I have not forgot to write altogether, as I am afraid you will be thinking at this time. But you know this is our busy time, and it's a case of write when we can. Well Mother dear, I'm still getting along fine, and I'm hoping that you are all the same at home. I got your letter 24.2.18 and also one from the Banks tonight as they came up with the rations. They are the first I've had for two weeks, so you bet I was glad to get them at last. I think I'll have to do a bit more writing myself, or I can't expect any, can I? Well, so you have Standring back in Arran again. I wonder if he is going to settle down at last. I suppose their youngster will be quite a boy now, and soon will be going to school. I suppose Marjorie is still going ahead and still at the top of her class. It's too bad there isn't a bigger school nearer, isn't it? I wonder if Arran is developing much since I left. It must be a little bigger now. Joe was saying that Maggie Wright was married, but I suppose by now that will be old news. George is back again with the Batt after being away with a slight wound. Someone was saying he was napoo, but one hears such a lot of rumors and it's generally nothing at all. I'm still staying with my runners' job. I like it fine, although it's rather responsible, as messages have to go through no matter what's doing. We get off easy as far as work is concerned, when we go out on work parties. All there is to do is to tag along with the officer in charge. We have to stay right with them all the time in the line, and only take orders from them. A Sgt can't say a word to us, so you see it's better with a runner's stripe, than three, any day. Well Mother, I'd like to be home with you for the summer, but I guess it's just a wee while longer yet before I get the chance. I must close now, dear Mother. Be sure not to worry, so best of luck to all from your loving Son,

Frank.