December 29, 1915
A Letter From Camp.
To the Editor of The Register:
DEAR SIR. I thought I would write you a few lines letting you know how we are getting along over here. For a few weeks we were at Branish camp in Hants Co., and were there until the Battalion got over. Then they moved us to East Sandling.
We are doing lots of hard work here now and this last few days have been at the ranges. We are attached here to the Reserve Battalion: "Bordens Beauties," as they are called. Most of the men have gone to the Front, reinforcing different Units and you would probably find them in nearly every Highland Battalion in France. However, those who are left over here are a fine body of men and are treating us fine.
In my estimation, there is one thing this camp will never lack in the winter time and that is mud, pure unadulterated Mud; Mud with capital M; ankle deep everywhere over the parade ground. The roads are fine however; all macadamized and great for marching. We do some great marching here; off early in the morning with full kit on; heavy marching orders, about a twenty mile hike and back in camp about 4 oclock. Mighty hard work at first, but we are getting hardened to it now.
We are only five miles from Folkstone, where we often go. It is quite a city with a population of nearly 100,000 and has lots of fine buildings. Nearly all the boys go down on week-ends.
About one and a half miles from here is the town of Hythe, which is full of old historical buildings. To go there we have to pass an old castle, where tradition says the murderers of Thomas A. Becket, Archbishop of Canterbury, stopped. It also has the distinction of being the town where William the Conqueror landed on his attempt to conquer England.
All the boys from around home are getting along fine. Most of them are in the Battalion yet. There are only Harold Applegate and myself in the draft and we both like it fine and only wish some more of the boys from home were with us now. We expect to be drafted abroad any time now and will be mighty glad when that time comes. Tell some of the boys to wake up and get in uniform.
WALTER B. WOODWORTH.
East Sandling Camp,
Kent Co., Eng.