A collection of letters from Pte Dick Armer to his wife Mabel who he frequently referred to as "Dear old girl". His three children were Billie, Marjorie and Dorothy who was born while he was away. Dick had promised to "write every day" and, with few exceptions, kept his promise. The letters were written during WW1 from Camp Borden in Canada, on the train to Halifax, on board ship to England, from Witley Camp and France. Scroll to the bottom of the entry and click on comments to leave a message
14 Sept 1917 I have not got rid of all that rotten gas
13 Sept 1917 There are lots worse off than me
12 Sept 1917 After doing six days in an advanced post
11 Sept 1917 I tell you it's rotten stuff
10 Sept 1917 What a racket a few snipers can cause
9 Sept 1917 Every time you stick your dome up
8 Sept 1917 I guess the Western Fair will be on now
Perhaps got a day ahead of himself

6 Sept 1917 We have fireworks every night
5 Sept 1917 The guns seem out of place somehow
4 Sept 1917 Eggs and chips
3 Sept 1917 Killed a little baby
2 Sept 1917 I am first rate now and happy
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