yards away from me on my first trip into the trenches. Probably G. M'C.
and his other friends know by now. He was the first man I ever saw
snuffed out.

I'm wearing your mittens and find them a great comfort. I'll look
forward to some more of your socks--I can do with plenty of them. If any
of your friends are making things for soldiers, I wish you'd get them to
send them to this battery, as they would be gratefully accepted by the
men.

I wish I could come to _The Music Master_ with you. I wonder how long
till we do all those intimately family things together again.

Good-bye, my dearest M. I live for home letters and am rarely
disappointed.

God bless you, and love to you all.

Yours ever,
CON.




XXVI

November 4th, 1916.


My Dearest Mother: