Item 01: James Wilkie letters, ca. 1914-1918 - Page 148
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[Page 148]
France
4 April 1917
Dear Mrs. Jack,
You'll be swearing at me again I know but I'm afraid I can't help it. Its simply no use apologising, I'd write oftener & better letters if I could but generally I simply can't write. Tonight for instance I'm attempting the feat on a very rickety table, sitting on the end of an equally rickety bunk. One chap is sitting on the other end of the bunk (doing contortionist practise I think by the extreme jigginess of the bunk) while another is doing fancy work on the table also very jiggy. It gets on my nerves.
I have only just come up here, having been away from the crowd for two weeks. Down at the last position (which was very comfy, I weep when I think of it) I got a long delayed letter from my young brother, telling me he was ordered off to Egypt, had been ill & one or two other worrying items & imploring me to get over. I sort of plucked up courage & applied for leave & to my surprise got it. Got word Saturday night so worked all night & left on Sunday. Had a good run through quick you know but not pleasant.