My Dear Dad,
Enclosed are an old pay book and some identification discs that I have been carrying for some time. The tin one I brought from N.Z. and wore until the time we came to France. I am returning them before they are lost. We moved up a bit nearer to the line yesterday but are still a fairly comfortable distance back and are having a fairly quiet time of it.
I am quite well and trust this finds you all in good health.
A N.Z. mail is expected in any time now and everybody is of course looking forward to its arrival.
I saw a chap out of Gordon's Coy yesterday and learned from him that he had got through the last stunt alright.
Love to all.
Your affectionate son,