Gunner David Williams, R. F. A., whose brother Sergt. Wm. Williams, of Margaret Street, was killed in the Dardanelles some months ago, writing to his parents states : —
“Once more I am writing to you from the sound of the shells and bullets of death. Sorry for being so late in answering your letter and parcels. Everything you have sent me I have had safe, and many thanks for the same.
Yes the winter is with us now, worse luck. Yes, we have seen a bit of it the last few weeks, but I am glad to say all the boys are sticking to it a treat.
Well I am writing to all in one letter, as our time here is short for writing. Please excuse me for not writing last week; the truth of it is I have been knocked about a bit week after week.
I have been up the trenches where Evan was taken prisoner. I have been sapping for our captain. A few days ago I was buried with earth from a ‘Jack Johnson.’ The same night the Germans turned a machine gun on me, and a piece of a whiz-bang hit me on the leg, but, thank God, I am all right, bar a few marks.
The last week I read a letter from Ammanford stating there were a few hundreds of young men still in the billiard rooms of Ammanford. If they only knew one inch what their brothers have got to go through out here, they would soon come out to get I over.
Well, the last two or three weeks my teeth have been set for revenge for the death of my beloved brother and for what I have seen out here. During six months of it I have seen sights that have made me think of my dear mother and sisters.
Yes, young men of Wales, how can you go about like you are? Think, and come and follow your brothers for the good cause.
I must now finish writing, as in half an hour’s time I must go up to the trenches; but one thing I must tell you. What we want most out here is underclothing pants, shirts, &c.
Remember me to all my friends, and tell Fred Jenkins I had his letter all right. Trusting this will find you all in the best of health the same as myself.”
