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Union-Castle Line
21-6-15
My dear Father & Mother & Jean & Anne & Tien & Clarrie & Phil & Frank & Did, Mabel, Francie, Viva, Linda, & Viv Kathie, Ida C, Nora N, Molly M Mrs K, Jean K, Jean Begg, Auntie Lizzie, Bill & Sophie, Farmer Whyte, Percy Allen etc & etc.
This is a real red letter day for me in many ways. To begin with its the first time for the last 5 weeks that I have felt absolutely safe from shot & shell & snipers. I'm having a most glorious holiday on the hospital ship. It is lying a couple of miles off Anzac & I had to run across on duty. So Ive been having a most glorious time. I've got to go back to my little grey home in the trench in a couple of hours but Im enjoying every minute of this. After 5 weeks of bullybeef & biscuits it was a real joy to have a decent dinner. Im afraid I made a perfect beast of myself. I had soup, fish grilled chop sausage potatoes, rhubarb tart, coffee cheese bread & butter. It was a feed fit for a King, after such a long spell of army rations. Before dinner I watched the stewards hungrily as they walked in & out of the saloon. Then I bought 2 cigars for 2 shillings (well worth it) & smoked the smoke of absolute peace & contentment. I quite forgot the war. My duty was merely to go through the list of killed & wounded etc & etc & etc & when this was over I had a couple of hours blissful ease. I had BATH. None of your ordinary swims with one eye on