“I am off duty today, so I can sit at ease, and send you quite a king letter....We are not so much exposed to danger as those who have to go in the trenches. Still at times we have to work along our first line of trenches, and we see the slaughter of mankind. We experience the danger and at times we are the sorrowful bearers of heavy casualties amongst our own boys.... One of our chaps was standing by the officer in charge. He remarked ‘How lucky you chaps are,’ and before he had finished speaking he was numbered with the dead, by the shrapnel of a shell which dropped within a few yards from them. The lad told me he was dumb-struck, for he was so close to the officer that no one could pass between them. When he came to himself, he took him to the dressing station. After seeing the wonderful handiwork of the Almighty, don’t you back up the writer of these beautiful words―
“‘Not a single shaft can hit
Till the God of Love sees fit.’?
Daily, as I see His hand of protection over me, I find that I cannot love Him enough. ‘All the way long it is Jesus.’ How sweet it is to trust Him. ‘He careth for thee.... Now He has gone up in glory, leaving behind Him the consoling promise,
“‘I will be with thee.’
“I have not received parcel, but believe it is near. Up to this morning some of my men were asking me if the books and tracts had come. “Indeed Jude 24 is lovely, and we trust Him to keep us.
“Ah! here’s the parcel; it’s just in. I shall, start to work at once to distribute them. Now they are calling me; what must I do but close? ‘Where duty calls we must obey.’ I am, yours in Christ,
“F. G―(Sergeant).”