Just a line to let you know I am going on all right.
We are back in the trenches and having a fairly lively time of it. Yesterday we had about 300 shells on our line in an hour's time, but they did not do much damage. They are at it again today but nothing like it was yesterday and yet our papers say the enemy is short of shells; well from our own experience it is us that are short of shells and very short too, and the sooner we get more of them the sooner the war will be over. Why to every one we send over, they send three back!
It is hard luck on John not getting sent to England although he may get for a short holiday. The weather out here is awfully changeable. At nights it turns cold and at dawn it is so foggy that we cannot see 20 yards in front of our parapet and when the sun comes out it just about dries you up. The heat today is too awful for words and I could do with a good drink and the other chaps could too. We have my sherbet and lime juice only we have a limited supply of water so we have to go a bit steady.
The enemy this morning started shouting across to us at dawn for "Bully Beef". One chap shouted "How are you English boys?" and one of our chaps who knows German got us to shout in German that they were no good, and so they let us have it in a volley of rifle fire. One kept saying "Comrades" but we were having none of that.
Thanks for all the parcels. Cheer up we will soon be home. Hoping all are well at home as it leaves me in the pink and as brown as a berry.
Your loving brother Billie.
P.S. I've received all the parcels and papers safely.
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