Item 01: James Wilkie letters, ca. 1914-1918 - Page 88
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[Page 88]
This I'm to have an assistant, a real one a rather nice little fair lad named France, the present lumbering heavy old cow is going, he's decent in a way but oh so heavy & ponderous & he gets on my nerves just the look of him & to work with him is torture & as for sleeping in the same dug out, I simply couldn't. He is the weirdest stick I've struck for ages.
Playfair has been awfully decent, he is a good stick to me & doesn't want me to go. And I don't want to leave the Brigade & the lads here & in the Batteries. We have had a lot of rain, very heavy too & nearly all the Brigad dugouts were leaking & some fell in. Mind stood it well but even I had a little cascade at one end. However by a little engineering & draining some pools on top I stopped it before the dug out got full.
Drat those guns, they are most persistent tonight. Fancy only a month to Christmas, I remember last Xmas at Toma [possibly El-Toma] in Egypt & the one before at Tog with John Buchan.
I haven't seen John, nor have I seen Kirby. I'd like to. John Stanley Morrice & Duncan Macfarlane came over last week & we had a