Discharge Depot,
Quebec, P.Q.,
26th April 1917.

My dear Mother,

I am at present at the above place awaiting on a Medical Board to decide what will be done with me. The Board is to decide whether I shall be discharged or go convalescent, I think the latter is more likely in my case.

It is a pleasant place this. One is at liberty all day. I expect to be cleared about the end of this week.

This town of Quebec is a quaint place, where they are about as enthusiastic about soldiering as they are in Ireland. They are a strange people, these descendants of the voyageurs, and so religious that they regard France as the "mother of heresy". Combined with the religious aspects of the war are their national animosities worked up by unscrupulous politicians about language and race. Happily these politics are confined to only a very small section of Canada.

I am quite well and hope you are feeling all right.

I don't think it is advisable for you to write to this place as I shall be gone from it before I would get your letter. However I shall write as soon as I change my address.

I am your loving
Willie.