My dear Mother
There is as usual little news. We are living like rabbits in a warren, all sitting round the entrance to our burrow. The burrow is 24 feet below ground and looks like a pine log hut from the inside. It is rather damp. There is a certain amount of noise going on all round, but it does not worry one much down below.
The weather has been beastly again lately, an awful lot of rain. Our main amusement is walking over in the fine intervals and watching the big guns firing.
Best of love to you all
Yr loving son
Cuthbert
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