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            Letter
                  from Captain J. S. Pringle, serving with the British Army in
                  France, to a female correspondent in Toronto, Ontario. 9
                  February 1915 What
                a delightful surprise I got when I received your letter. It was
                awfully good of you to write to me. Curiously
                enough, its only a fortnight since I saw Gordon and Douglas.
                I was home for four days leave and Gordon came and dined
                with me in London. He hadnt the slightest idea he was coming
                out here then, and then on my return journey I ran into Douglas
                who had just come home, and he told me Gordon was off, but where
                to he didnt know. I had a pc from Gordon since. He is with
                the 2nd Battalion but is nowhere near us. We are lying between
                Armentières and Lille but much nearer the former. We have
                been in the trenches since the beginning of November without
                much doing except fighting the rain: for about the whole of January
                our trenches were up to the waist in water, and we had to spend
                four days and nights in them at a spell, with an equal period
                out of them. So now I know all about the life of a water-rat,
                combined with the habits of rabbits and the way to burrow through
                the ground. However, I think the weather is out to behave itself
                a bit better now, as we have recently had a good deal of frost. I
                hope things will get on the move soon as we are all tired of
                staying here. I wonder when this show will be over  the
                sooner the better. I hear some of the Canadian troops are over
                and in the trenches, they should make a good fighting lot. I
                hope you are keeping very fit and that I may have the pleasure
                of seeing you soon again in Scotland, and for more than the usual
                one minute that we usually meet for. J.
          S. Pringle |