October 14, 1914
Dear Margaret:
I hope this finds you well. I am well here, gaining weight and muscle. The lads here are friendly enough, but I’m not the favorite of the drill sergeant. I am quickly learning that questions are not appreciated, nor are smart remarks. I keep finding myself being disciplined, marching all night long by myself, back and forth across the parade field. I finally got a pair of boots that fit. The first boots I was given fit poorly and gave me blisters. I’ve new knit stockings that are warm and thick – the best I have ever had. And I’m making 10 shillings 6 pence a day – and don’t need to give half up for my upkeep! Basic training is almost over. I don’t know what’s next, but I think they’ll be sending us to a real military base. All we have done here is march – and march with broom handles instead of rifles. I don’t know why this has been so important. I think we’ve overstayed our welcome here in St. Andrews, although the mistress of the house where I have been staying has been very kind.
I hope you will wait for me. Write me soon? My lieutenant says they will forward letters no matter where they send me.
Yours, Frank
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