10th July 1916
After a long day’s travel on Sunday, Arthur has now come to the end of his first full day at the Third Army Infantry School and explains the regime to Dollie; he expects to be kept pretty busy so will have to work hard to find time to write home every day; another directive to Evie, telling him to buck up.
Arthur to Dollie
…You’ll forgive me for not having written yesterday, I’m sure. It took us from about 7am till half-past four to reach here; & when we arrived & settled down, I found that the mails left at 4.
It was a glorious day yesterday and very hot. We were up at 5, had breakfast & came into S-e by 7. Here two lorries were supposed to pick us up: but the division made a mistake & only sent one. We therefore reported to the nearest HQ but another lorry didn’t turn up until after 1. However, it only took us 3 or 4 hours to come along. We stopped at D. halfway for ¾ of an hour & had an excellent lunch. When we reached here we settled down. Had tea. By the way my address, I think you know dear, is Third Army (Infantry) School B.E.F.
They say the mails ar’n’t very good here. I am hoping for a letter soon. I wrote to Nanny for my slacks & boots. Do you know if she has sent them. I need them rather for Mess. Evie I daresay will tell you all about this place, how we are divided into squads or “syndicates” of about 30. Our syndicate (No1) has 2 Messes No6 & No9. I am in the former. Garrard is in another syndicate. I’m not altogether sorry, for I think it’s better in a way to be more or less on one’s own. A fellow called Sneath of the 2nd Londons is in the same Mess as myself. Quite a good fellow: Evie will know him.
Our hours threaten to be pretty long. We are occupied until after 4.30pm. Hours of meals, brekker at 8, lunch at 1, tea 5; Mess 8. I’m afraid I shall have to do most of my writing overnight. I think this month’s rest will do me a lot of good. Anyway you mustn’t worry over my safety, will you dear.
Well, little lover mine. I’ll close for the time [being] and write longer to-night. Take care of yourself, queen of mine … Remember me to all; tell Evie to buck up.