A cheerful little letter has been sent home by Pte. Jack Thomas, of Llandebie, serving in France with the 6 th Welsh Regiment of the Territorial Forces, the recipient being Mr. Willie Rees, tailor.
It reads thus :-
I now take the pleasure of penning you these few lines in the hope that they will find you in good health, as it leaves me at present. I am sorry that I have been so long before dropping you a line, but I suppose that you know the old saying Better late than never.
I am also sorry that I can not let you know the name of the place I am in at present, but I shall let you know after the fun is over. How are all the boys there? Ted Phillips, Dan Crwys Evans, Tommy, and I must not forget, John Carson and Dick Carrod. Give them my best respects.
Well, we have had very good weather, but at the time of writing it is blowing and raining a bit. I never thought that we would be out here, as it was India we were told; but I had a doubt about it. We did not go till the Wednesday after Christmas dinner in Berlin that is, this one or the next, as I am not in a hurry to come home.
I am still an Officer's Orderly, so you may see how I get a bit of life. Just fancy me flopping about wit a French girl! I can speak French all right that is, as much as I want to. So you may guess that I am having a jolly time of it, and indeed my arm is sore shaking hands auee le bonne fille Francdis.
I have not seen Tom Maesteg and Dai Issac since I am out here. God knows where they are. I am on the look out for Dan Lemonheigh, 2 nd Welsh, and Tom Double, Northumberland Fusiliers, but I have not seen them yet. Tell Ivor Jones that I have not had a letter from him yet, and I wrote to him. I have no more now, but just remember me to the Knuts, and don't forget to give my best wishes to them at your house. Well friend, I must wish you good-night, and good-bye until we meet again.
