The final letter in our collection sent from France by Lawrence Pridham to his Uncle Will in Toronto and the last letter we have before his death a few months later.
He is thankful for the parcel but disappointed not to have received any letters. He has definitely had enough of the war and describes a bit of what it is like in the trenches. He also states he is not feeling well.
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Page 1 of a letter from Lawrence Pridham to his Uncle Will (called Bill here) sent from France 11 July 1918
What a pleasant sounding name to start a dugout letter. Received your two very welcome parcels for which I wish to thank you.
While I was opening them last night, the shells were shrieking past and making things rather unpleasant. I had just come back with the Captain from making a mid-night tour and was pleased to see the parcels but rather disappointed at not receiving any letters. They are the most welcome things a fellow can receive about the time when he doesn’t know whether his life is his own or not. Eh What!
Thanks for the admission ticket to the movies, Things move damn fast out here in fact they move so fast that should you be in the road of Fleur, you would never know anything about it. In other words you would be nil! Ahem!
Say when are you people back there, going to call this war off anyway. We have suffered enough. Think if some of the promotors of this fight had to through the inferno of hell and live ten years of their life in five minutes like we do out here, there would be a sudden halt. A great storm threatened us this afternoon but the best part of it passed over to our right. It must have swamped some part of the French system chain lightning and thunder was plentiful and a touch of hail came down around us. It still looks black,
Well I guess I had better finish this while the hardware [artillery] is quiet, you never know what minute old Fritz [the Germans] is liable to hurl a boiler works or a Krupt factory at you. And when machine shops and freight trains [so called because of the sounds the shells made as they flew by] are passing at the rate of about 1000 a minute around your ears, you have no desire to continue your letter. So I guess I had better get finished Eh? What.
I am not feeling well at present on account of my engine room being on the blink and a sick aching stomach is no good in the line. Well give my love to all and don’t forget to write and let us know when the war is going to end, if you are the people that are holding the reins.
Well heres luck.
Please excuse tone of letter, had occasion to get peeved at a man and Im just swallowing my indignation.
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