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Mena Camp.
Cairo.
29. 3. 15.

My dear Mother,

Once again I find myself writing to you in the wee small hours of the morning, meaning to say I am Corp. of the Quarter Guard and I find the time goes better writing to you than when reading. You must not imagine that all guard work is a bore: there is a light side to the "Sentry- go" as to everything else. Of course I have been on many guards since I last wrote to you whilst on guard, but I don't always strike a quiet time. The one I am on now  €“ Quarter Guard, that is round the Battalion lines and Guard Tents  €“ is the worst for work, but generally the night is fairly quick. The last time I was on here, a man was brought in by the Town Picquet just as the sun was rising. He was glaringly drunk but quite happy and was singing the Carol "Awake ye Christians and salute the happy dawn." I think that is the wording, anyhow it seemed most appropriate. He certainly woke a goodly number of soldiers up, but you would not have called them Christians, if you had heard their highly illuminated remarks on being wakened up by a bibulous  carol-singer. In spite of all a welcome awaited him. At the door of the guard tent stood the

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