We spend the last few weeks digging with the rest of the crew, creating tunnels underground in preparation for the assault. It was tiring work, digging through all the stone, and then blowing it up. However, it was definitely worth it, as we will be using them to transport troops into the battlefield. The tunnels are unbelievably small however, barely enough to fit two men side by side. The living quarters aren’t comfortable either, but we can’t complain, as it protects us from shells.

Nonetheless, we still have our fun when we go on leave. Do you still remember James? Well, just two weeks ago, he was charged for releasing the prisoners, and was punished. Now he’s on leave in France! Heard a couple of soldiers grumble about his lucky treatment, leaving so close to a battle. I think the general did the right thing though. An angry and resentful man makes an horrible soldier, especially when the soldier was strapped to a wheel for almost two weeks. Of course, not wanting to seem unfair, General Byng let the rest of us off for a shift. We played poker and traded some jokes to lighten the mood.

I wish you could see the moonlit nights over the trenches. Even with all the shrapnel, shells, and bullets flying around, the nights are one of the most beautiful sights a person may ever see. The bright moon towers over the trenches, and the clear skies are filled with stars; a wondrous sight. How are things at home? I heard from mother that Daniel just got married again. Poor Uncle Daniel. This must be at least the fifth time he’s gotten married! How he stomachs all the marriages, one can only wonder. I have also received word from father and Sarah. How is our son? Is he still the same boy I last saw? Probably not, It has been 3 long years. Send me word of how much he has grown since the last time you wrote. He must be constantly wondering where he’s father is. How I long to see him again.

If this assault should succeed, the end of the war will come very soon. What I heard from the general indicates that the ridge is a critical key in the battle, as it overlooks most of France. I Also heard from the general that if I keep up the good work, I might get promoted to captain soon. As much as this should cheer me up, it doesn’t. I’ve grown weary of war, and would be glad to get rid of my rank. I shall send money home as soon as possible, but until then, I’m afraid you’ll have to borrow some money from my parents, as I’m sure they’ll be happy to lend you some.

I must go, as our commander has just called to assembled us. I Have to get back to the grim business of preparing for war, as the assault is tomorrow. I probably cannot write for another few weeks or months, depending on how long the assault lasts. For now, good night my love.

Forever yours, Scott
P.S Send more of your wonderful cookies! Really cheers the company up.