“I have not been able to write before as we have just come out of the trenches after being there since Monday.  Thanks very much for sweets and letters.  They are very acceptable indeed.  Thanks for P.O.  We have now been paid, and so shall be all right.  Chocolates, handkerchiefs, etc., are fine.  Neither George nor I felt anything peculiar when coming under fire as I expected we should.  We were all right in the trenches, which are very good indeed.  They are a bit different to what I expected, but of course they vary.  It seems to me safer to be in the trenches than out; however, it is bad luck if you are hit.  No one was killed in our company all the time we were in, and only three wounded, so you will see there is not much to worry about; and with some pay and parcels which I have received, and about twelve letters, I feel much better.”

Sydney Baxter often mentions his chum in this record and I think the following extract from George’s letter about this time may well be inserted here.  The two boys were inseparable until the last and absolute bodily separation between the living and the dead.

“Everything is going on all right with us.  We have finished our first taste of trench life, and on the whole it was rather enjoyable.  We went in last Monday and came out late on Saturday.  The first two or three days were wet, so our opportunities for sleep were few, especially as at our part of the trench there were no dug-outs and our sleep had to be obtained in the open air.  In fact, until the fourth day I only had one hour’s sleep, and on the last day I managed about five hours.  The chief trouble was trying to boil water, but we managed by cutting a candle into small pieces and putting this, with a piece of rag, into a tin, using the rag as a wick.

“Our five days and nights were on the whole fairly quiet; in fact, during the day hardly any shots were exchanged, most of the firing being done at night.  During the day it was impossible to look over the trench, as we were only fifty yards from the Germans, so we considered it advisable not to exhibit too much curiosity in case our health suffered thereby.  At night time the Germans use star-shells to illuminate the proceedings, and they always seem nervy and think we are going to attack their trench.  If we start firing a little more than usual they think it is the signal for an attack, and they blaze away like fury.  We had a good example of this on our last night in the trenches.

“Someone started firing, someone else took it up and in no time the noise was like the final end-up of fireworks at the White City.  From that it got much worse, and I suppose they really thought we were going for them, so their artillery sent us a few shells; but they did no damage.  Eventually they seemed satisfied that we were quite safe, so they wound up the proceedings.

“There is one lot here who, whenever