Dear Father, Mother, Lela, Victor:
This letter is goodbye to all. Forty-two of us go from St. John as soon as the troop can be loaded. There are 42 from our battery, the Ammunition Column and, I think, the 26 Regiment. I was the first driver on the list. I don't know how long we will be in St. John. Probably not more than a day or two, so you had better not write till you hear from me again. We are bound for England. I will have any mail on the way for me returned home or possibly they may forward it on for me. I don't know just now but it doesn't matter. I will get it in the end. I am sending the grip home with some things I don't need, also the watch. I planned to start for home tonight but these orders came very suddenly and I did not know I was going till 11:30 today; nor anyone else for that matter.
Now I am glad that I qualified for 1st place as driving, still I don't like the idea of going from you all but we will hope I come back safe and sound. Of course, we need a lot of training yet and the war may be over before we are ready. Now I have a lot of packing to do so this must do till next time. You never saw a happier bunch of men than those who are going in your life. Now I am not very demonstrative, but you have my best love - all of you. So goodbye till you hear from me next.
Clarence
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