|Title||Munro Letters: May 2 1917: George Brock Chisholm to Arthur Melville Munro|
|Abstract||George Brock "Scout" "Brock" Chisholm writes to his close friend, Arthur Melville "Melville" "Pork" Munro. He talks to Pork about his current conditions in France, and asks about several friends from Oakville. He mentions a mutual friend hearing about Gug (Melville's younger brother, Hugh Gordon "Gug" Munro) being killed in action. He wishes his friend well, and hopes to hear from him soon.|
|Collection||Private Gordon Munro Letters WW1 1915-1918|
Gee, I was surprised to get a letter from you in Eng. It's umpteen months, I think, since I heard from you before. Had three or four letters from home this week. Are Art Hillmer, Green, Crawley, etc. with you, or is the Battn. split up? Do you know who you're coming out to or is it to be as a Battn? If you are coming in drafts, you want to try hard to come to the 48th, which, as everybody knows, is the best Battn. in France!!!
Ernie Leaver, Cpl. in the 123rd, is in camp just across the road and I have been talking to him a couple of times. He sure is looking fit. Mr. Price, of Appleby School fame, is
also in that outfit but it's quite a while since I've seen him. By the way Pork, my address is now- Intelligence Officer, 15th Can. Bn. not no. 1 Coy, which means I have a decidedly exciting job at times. There is lots of fun in scouting though; we often get a chance to pick off a few huns with bombs and, as our Col. Says- "The only Hun that's any good is a dead one." Did you hear about the town our Div. took about five days ago? Old Fritz certainly put up a stiff scrap for it, and yesterday when I was in it he was shelling it very heavily. However he gets a lot more than he gives us now which is a big consolation when one is scared green by 5.9's.
The Col. told me the other day that Gug's commission is going through now. I saw Alvin Myers
a month or so ago and he said the first he knew of Gug's death was when he happened to see the grave at Contay.
Gosh, we're having great weather now, and mirabile dictu, we're living in tents, which sure is a pleasant change. Wrote Miss Ovens the other day after intending to for a long time.
The blinking Brigadier has just been in, slinging a line of bull, congratulatory stuff, you know, so I had to stop and listen for about half an hour. Must go & eat now, Pork. All kinds of luck & write me soon.
Best to Brem and Art Crawley,
Toujours votre ami,
World War I
|Creator||George Brock Chisholm|