I have your letter of April 16 enclosing the one from Mrs. Mackid. It came to-day at noon. I should have let you know that my invaluable batman got me a bottle of ink without having been told to do so. Nevertheless I shall be able to make use of the one you are kind enough to send.
The news as you say is not very cheering and I fear we must look forward to a whole summer of ferocious fighting. Most good Americans now wish, I imagine, that their nation had stepped in at the beginning, or at least started preparations then. It will be another year before they can render any military aid of great value, and in the meantime we shall just have to stick it. You express great faith in the Canadian troops and I feel sure that your faith will be amply justified when the hour of trial comes and they take part in heavy engagements. The fact that the Germans have carefully avoided attacking the parts of the line held by Canadians is a sincere compliment upon the part of the enemy.
Our weather still keeps cold and disagreeable but there has been no snow or rain for the past two days. This is my third spring in this country and all have been cold and backward. Warm weather came last year about the end of April so I presume we may look for some fine days in about another week.
I have been busy this afternoon making up the mess accounts for the week. We are running a good mess and are all enjoying the comfort and advantages of a good location while we are still here. It seems strange that since the most trying period of the war began on March 21 our unit has had probably the best quarters that it has had since I joined it last September. However our share of the rough stuff will surely come later but none of us are spending any of our time indulging in gloomy foreboding.
Must write a letter to Margaret this afternoon. It must be nearly a week since my last letter to her went off and she may be getting nervous.
Yours with best love
Harold W. McGill