[Sunday 9 July 1916[
We left Camp at midnight & camped in a Hod 20 miles E, we are always getting a little nearer Jerusalem, but this country does not flow with MILK & HONEY but dried LOCUSTS & as for fig leaves, nothing but Palms in scattered clumps I send you a Paper
With love to you dear Mother, & all at home from your loving son
Some day I may be able to re-write my experience leaving ANZAC but for the present to us there seems to be too much high falutin going on-
More fight & less heroic tales Wanted.