Such a wonderful lot of letters as I’ve had recently. I am sending
Mother’s letter on to Phil. I have had two notes from him. He is so
lucky in having the splendid chance he has, so near the front. Our men
envy him. I will try to keep close track of him, and write him often, so
he won’t feel so far away; and if he should get sick or hurt, he is to
have my address on him all the time, and I could get to him at once. I
am sure I have sufficient pull with officials, and I should work it
hard. He is, of course, in much more danger than we are here. You must
realize that. But there are not so many dressing stations and field
ambulances shelled or bombed. And he will be all right. He is lucky to
be there, and I wish I were too. I suppose he will write you that there
is no danger, but I want you to know the truth. A Clearing Station was
bombed the other day, and people killed and an American nurse injured,
and he is nearer the front than that Clearing Station, we understand.
I’ll let you know everything I know, so don’t worry; and if he gets
hurt, I’ll look after him all I can.
Loads and loads of love to you all. You must not think I am doing
anything but exactly what I wanted most to do, and there is no heroism
in that. I am very happy at being so much better.
3d Canadian b. b. s.
4th Sept., 1917.