Dear Father,
With this letter you will get two photos of the Battery. About twenty of the men are not in the picture because they were away on leave, and the captain was away also. However, it compares very well with one like it of the Ammunition Column. These cost me $3.00. Raise a little collection if you can because it about bused me.
(P.S. I am perfectly well, barring a slight cold which I have had since coming here.)
Part of the A. Column called the A. Park have gone across (about 20 men). All the Columns have been issued with their steamer shoes. They are not allowed to wear the military boots on the steamers on acct. of the hobnails, and though they have been going away for six months past they expect to leave soon, possibly this week.
One of our N.C.O.'s was home on leave and he says there are 80 horses in Sussex waiting for us, so it looks as if we would go there soon.
We have a full holiday today after striking because they only intended to give us half a day. They always give us Saturday afternoon off, but last Saturday they worked us all day. The A. Column had a day on Friday, Saturday and all day today. So we thought we should have more and kicked.
John Bustin is here now and I had quite a talk to him yesterday. He expects to be home in a week. Our major is awfully hard, gives us the deuce about everything. The officers are altogether different.
Keep one of the pictures and give one to Ada.
Clarence
Clarence Arthur McCann June 8, 1891 - June 2, 1947
Clarence Arthur McCann was born in Pembroke, Hants County, Nova Scotia to Arthur Frederick and Ella Jane (Carmichael) McCann. He grew up in Windsor, Nova Scotia, Canada.
He married Ada May Smith on July 27, 1912 in Falmouth, Nova Scotia and together they had 14 children.
In 1915, Clarence travelled to Fredericton, New Brunswick to enlist in the Canadian Expeditionary Force. He embarked for England not long after and remained overseas for almost four years. While there, he wrote many letters home. Over 100 of them survived and have been transcribed. The originals have been donated to the Canadian War Museum in Ottawa.
I offer these transcriptions to those who have ancestors who served in the Great War so they might have a glimpse of what that life was like for these men.
He married Ada May Smith on July 27, 1912 in Falmouth, Nova Scotia and together they had 14 children.
In 1915, Clarence travelled to Fredericton, New Brunswick to enlist in the Canadian Expeditionary Force. He embarked for England not long after and remained overseas for almost four years. While there, he wrote many letters home. Over 100 of them survived and have been transcribed. The originals have been donated to the Canadian War Museum in Ottawa.
I offer these transcriptions to those who have ancestors who served in the Great War so they might have a glimpse of what that life was like for these men.
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Saturday, October 30, 2010
May 9, 1915 - Fredericton
Dear Mother,
Don't talk about Windsor, this place catches all the water from the sky. I guess it has rained for a week and the last three days came out fine and clear but hotter than August. Everyone was wringing wet when drilling. There is no difference in the weather between here and there.
Jim Redden likely deserted; three have from here. I would like to be home but still I don't get time to be lonesome here. If we are not working, someone starts to carry on a roughhouse.
We have lots of magazines from the ladies of the town. I am perfectly well and expect to be vaccinated tomorrrow. They will soon have me shot full of dope.
More again, Clarence
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Don't talk about Windsor, this place catches all the water from the sky. I guess it has rained for a week and the last three days came out fine and clear but hotter than August. Everyone was wringing wet when drilling. There is no difference in the weather between here and there.
Jim Redden likely deserted; three have from here. I would like to be home but still I don't get time to be lonesome here. If we are not working, someone starts to carry on a roughhouse.
We have lots of magazines from the ladies of the town. I am perfectly well and expect to be vaccinated tomorrrow. They will soon have me shot full of dope.
More again, Clarence
© Copyright 2010 Pamela Wile. All Rights Reserved. No reproduction without permission.
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