Fancy me writing a letter like this.  I am afraid I will get brain storm.

 

Letter 2 [nd]

 

While in Waterloo Station on my way back the other day, a Canadian officer came up and asked me where he could buy a paper.  I did not  know as it was Sunday, and we got talking.  He asked me where I came from, and I told him, so he asked me my name as he also came from Victoria.  I told him, and instantly we were old friends, as it was young Gonnason, he was on leave from France and was through the same show

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that Ben and George got at with Passchendale.  I told him all about Ben and we had quite a nice little talk.  So nice that I nearly missed my train.

As regards to my insurance, it is a safe investment if you pay it because I will be in a position to pay it soon.  From the first of this month I get 25 bob a day, but my allowances which make up the large portion of this sum were paid about ~~~~~ in arrears, so when they come through and my account gets “properly started” I will send you a draft.

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The last night I went to Zigg Zagg, a musical revue in London and enjoyed it very much.  Cousin Hilda, sings very nicely if she had someone to play for her.   Gracie plays a little, but not much.  Gracie is married to a returned soldier with one arm, and lives across the street from her Mother.  She is not nearly as nice as Hilda, she has picked up the same way of speaking as the people they been living amongst in Perry Bar (some place) and reminds me very  much of Aunty Polly, always acting the goat and making faces.  But there is all the differences in the world between

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the two.  Well Ma, this is about the longest letter I have ever written, and as all things must have an ending, I must break off right here, simply from lack of news and brains fag.

With all kinds of love to Dad and yourself

Your affectionate son

Vic