I suppose you know that I got a bit of a wound a few days ago.  Well it is an extremely slight one and will not keep me long.  I am horribly fed up right now and want to get back as soon as possible.  Just think.  I gave up my leave to go into the last show and this is what I get for all my enthusiasm.  However when I go back I hope to get leave very shortly now.

It is a terrible thought to miss one’s leave.  I haven’t had a single day since the 15th of last February and I wouldn’t care so much if it weren’t for Leslie’s sake.  I know he would like to see me.

Well I saw the fall of Cambrai.  It is really a wonderful story.  I could tell about it but I shall also have to wait.  But believe me this is a good story I could tell.

About my wound there isn’t much to tell.  I was hit with a Machine Gun bullet on the head.  It bounced off and just clipped Radcliffe my bateman on the chin.  The shock and concussion of the thing was the worst.  I surely thought that it was simply another case of the good dying young.  However, as I have frequently said, Heinie hasn’t got my number so why worry.  I am at a good hospital and everything is very nice indeed.

Just keep addressing my mail as per usual as before it could make any difference I will be back again.  I think I told you that I was a captain didn’t I.  Well, I am anyway.

Well it looks a lot more like peace doesn’t it.  I don’t want to hold myself up as a prophet but perhaps you will remember last spring I said that we weren’t exactly beaten yet.

Well love to all and don’t worry – perhaps I’ll get my leave now.