Tuesday, 27th April 1915.

We are right in the thickest of the fight. I sent a card yesterday because things were looking a bit bad for us all. The Canadians certainly saved the situation here but paid an awful price, especially the infantry. I have not even had my boots or kit off since Thursday and only about an hours sleep at a time. That german gas is barbarous. We have lost several horses and men but officers are O.K. but dead tired. I hope to be found on the job no matter what happens.

Please see that Corporal Warrington's family are provided for and any others of the battery if you can. Sgt. Gamble was an orphan. There was also McVittie and Hughes. A big shell burst in their dug-out and killed these four. Lovekyn will lose his arm and perhaps may die. Benson and Gunn are wounded. They deserve the support of their country as we are fighting superhuman barbarous devils and have the enemy right in our midst as spies. To sum up, mother dear, it is not a square deal in any sense.

Things look quite cheerful now, but I am so sleepy.