We are fed on Bully Beef (ordinary Fray Bentos, you know the brand) and lovely hard biscuits which I adore. Last night I added to my menu a bloater and some bread and marmalade, "duff" and coffee--having scraped an acquaintance with some of the engine room artificers who invited me to sup in the fo'castle. It was very hot in there but we supped in low neck. Great fun! Bye bye--Love to my blessed boy--Try to read him as much of my letters as he will understand. I do miss him so and I want him to hear about me all he can so's we shan't be strangers when we meet next. Rubbish I know, but still I'm not quite joking. He's growing so fast. An unfortunate officer has got to read this and a hundred more letters, so I'll cut it short. Bless you. V--LETTER TO HIS SON AT THE BATTLE-FRONT FRANCE, March 30th, 1915. Hullo Vallie! I'm in France at the war at last. How are you? We are having such a funny time all sleeping on straw on the floor--think of that when you get into your little cribbie-cot to-night. I am sitting writing this on a sack on the ground with my back against Jack's. You remember Jack the cook? In front of me are all the horses in rows and rows tied to pegs driven into the ground. They are tied by the head--the way Modestine used to be--to one peg and by the hind foot to another peg to prevent them turning round and kicking each other. They don't like having their hind foots tied and pull at them and swear with their ears and top lips. You remember how your Modestine used to swear with her ears. They try to kick too, just as she used to do. There are soldiers all about here, all busy shoving the Germans back and _shoving_ the Germans back and SHOVING the Germans back, and sooner or later we shall shove the whole lot of them right back into Germany over the Rhine--which is a big river--bigger than the river at Maidenhead--RIGHT back into Germany and off their feet, and then we shall sit on their heads severely until they have had enough, and then the war will be over, and we shall just have to tidy up and come home and I shall come home to you my Darling and the Blessed Mummy and the nice flat at St. John's Wood, and oh, I do hope it will be soon because I want to see you and Mummy most awfully. Good bye my precious, please give my love to Gram and tell her I wish I could have some English Turkey. And please Vallie send everybody you can out here to help shove, because the sooner the Germans are shoved over and the more of us there are to sit on their heads, the sooner I shall see you all again. Your DOODY. VI--LETTER TO HIS WIFE ON NIGHT REVERIES April 30th, 1915. MY DARLING,