GUNNER CECIL CLIMO WRITES.

Gunner Cecil Climo who left town with the 4th draft from the Cobourg Heavy Battery has written two interesting letters to his mother as follows:

Battlefield, France, September 24, 1916.

Dear Mother:
I have just received your letter of September 5th and I was very glad to get it. I think I told you in my last letter about getting the parcel all right. It was great. The candy was good, and oh, that honey! We get very good bread out here and real butter. I am glad that you are not worrying too much about me because that would make me feel bad. Of course there are dangers out here, but I believe in God, and if he sees fit for me to survive this war why I know that he will protect me. I believe that He does because I was talking to some fellows the other day and I had just walked away when a shell dropped and wounded both of them. Believe me, I was thankful. If you want to send me sox it will be alright to send me a couple of pairs because I will use them when the wet weather sets in. The box came just two days before my birthday. I was O.K.

Vic. is about 200 miles south of me and I won't see him for a while unless he can get transferred to our Battery. We have had fine weather for the past day or two and I am busy getting a good dugout made for the winter. I am making it just like Lieut. Lean's. Fritz has not strapped us for a day or two but we certainly have pumped the shells into him. Well, I am having the best of health and am in good spirits. I have escaped the little grey bugs so far and I stay away from the guys who have them because I do not want their company. I was back from the lines the other day - last Friday it was. Today is Sunday and I suppose while I am writing this you will be going to Sunday School.
I worked hard on my dugout to-day, although it was Sunday. Of course, I do not like working on Sunday but this is work that I think is necessary. The nights are quite cool here now so we have little stoves in our dugouts, and they make it very comfortable. The French have hundreds of prisoners fixing the roads behind the lines all the time. I had a bath in a cartridge case yesterday and washed my clothes. Water is scarce but I got some rainwater and it was fine. Well, I guess I cannot think of much more to tell you as I am not allowed to tell what I would like to. Lieut. Lean calls me one of his staff now. I am going to get some wire netting in a house and it will make a great bed.
Your loving son, Cecil.