A Letter Sent to Miss A. A. L —.
I have received the kind permission of W. H. C.’s parents to write a brief account of their beloved son (for Dr. Wreford), who died of wounds in France, October, 1917, only nineteen years and three months old. He had only been out there about five months. His mother writes: ―
“Perhaps it might be the means of comforting others.”
She refers to her precious boy’s last, letter, written the day before he was wounded, and continues:
“I can assure you, it has been a great comfort to us, knowing that even when surrounded by the horrors of War, his mind was kept calm, trusting in the Saviour. A shell burst, and rendered him unconscious from which he never recovered, but died a few hours afterward... The shortest letter the dear one has ever written to us, but oh, what a lot it contains I... I can assure you, it has been a great comfort to us. I have written an exact copy of it, thinking perhaps you might like to have it.”
“My Dearest Parents, Monday
“I am enjoying a sweet peace that no one can understand save the children of God.
He is with me and I am perfectly happy, and my soul is at rest because I know that He is mine.”
Your ever-loving son,
Willie