Love to all.
Ever your loving son,
Harold.
XXIX.
To his Sister.
No. 1 Wing, R.N.A.S.,
B. Squadron, B.E.F.
30th May, 1915.
Dear old Girl,
Just a line or so, which I fear will be late, to wish you many happy returns. I suppose I shall have to forget these occasions very shortly, or at least to pretend to. Am enclosing a pound note for you to get yourself some oddments, as there is nothing to be had out here. I went into Dunkirk for lunch to-day—every one was very cheery. I had a wonderful view of part of the front this evening, every trench and shell hole standing out with extraordinary clearness. Am hoping to be home again before long.
Very best love.