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From Gidea Park

Dear May

Just a nice letter to let you know that I am quite well and all right and hope you are the same. We have had a lot of snow here, and its fearfully cold at present here, freezing all the while. The other day in a big field day we had to lay on a large plain quite still, half an hour, and there was a terrible cold cutting wind all the while. Some of the chaps were absolutely groaning with cold. I have just about got used to the different climates, and can stand a good deal of cold, but I had to exert all my powers to stand that, but you ought to have heard them as they were going back home. They were yelling all the way, "Are we downhearted No-o-o-o". And they didn't half let it rip, too. We arrived home about 10.30 p.m. that night. I expect Wolverton now is what Yorkshire men would call a washout, which means no use at all. So Sid Johnson is home again. I should have thought he would have known what to do with his leave, because leaves are not very plentiful. I must thank you very much for the postal order.

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I must put the rest of the news in Aunt's letter. I will write again shortly.

With fondest love

from Albert

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