Mom, Dad, Benny:

It has been more than two weeks since my last letter,  I apologize.  The events of the last few weeks have finally caught up with me -- I've been knocked out with the flu.  Not to worry, Mom, all's well now.  I must say, though, that at times I kept thinking about poor Captain Ingles back in Salisbury. You remember, he caught meningitis.  To think his war ended in such a way -- not at the hands of the enemy I mean.  It seems unfair, doesn't it? 

We left England, Avonmouth, on the 10th.  The trip was a nightmare -- I'm sure this is where I got the flu.  A storm came up as we sailed.  I've never seen wind and sea like it -- five days of hell.  I can't tell you how happy we all were to reach Saint-Nazaire.  It was quite nice, too, when we arrived.  The townsfolk were all out.  They gave us a hero's welcome and a parade, although I was in no shape to really enjoy it. After a bit of a rest we boarded trains that took us close to the front lines (French Flanders).  I can't tell you too much about it as I don't remember.  I owe Arthur and George for looking after me, they did a great job.

So -- finally! -- I'm here and ready to join the battle.  It's funny, all this time we've been itching for the chance, and now it's here.  The excitement, I think, has given way to tranquil anticipation.

We're so close now.  As I write I can hear the sound of distant guns.  Tomorrow we are to relieve the British.  No more training, no more waiting.  I promise to take care of myself. 

Mom, the biscuits and jam were fantastic, thanks.  I'll write soon. 

Love always,

Alex

p.s. Hey Benny, check out the atlas so you can see all the places I've been.