( Bristol England) 30 Aug 1917 Friend Fred Tregillus, They have got me at last,and I am in Good Old Blighty after 13 months of heavy fighting. Lucky old Scoty. I thought I was going to Heaven when the shell Burst. it put me up in the air. It made me think about old Bob Cresswell perpetual motion. I thought it had Blown me all to Bits. A lad beside me got killed and another lost a arm Blown off. I could hear him shouting where is my arm. and I aking him where is my "Arse" I thought it