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                  Weekly Cape Times and Farmers’ Record: 17 December, 1915.

                                             BOY SCOUTS’ ASSOCIATION
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                                                  (Incorporated by Royal Charter)
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                                                      BY “PATROL”
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                                                (Special to the “Weekly Cape Times”)
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                                          A LETTER FROM THE TRENCHES

                         Scout officials as well as Scouts are playing their part in the great struggle upon
                  which we are now engaged.
                         Here is a letter which I have received from one of our Commissioners:

                                                                                          Battlefield
                  Dear Chief,
                         Your two ripping letters came to me two days ago – to the very middle of the great
                  battlefield  which  has  been  so  repeatedly  mapped  by  all  the  London  newspapers.  The
                  postman who brought them was killed by a shell on the way, but the poor fellow’s letter-
                  bag was brought along by another who found him.
                         The battle is raging here incessantly day and night, not with rifles and bayonets at
                  present, but with shells. The noise is deafening.
                         It is impossible to describe the scenes here. The infantry’s job is to hold on to the
                  trenches we have won at all costs until the glorious moment comes for pushing on again.
                         We are all tremendously cheery, and the fellows are splendid. Where I lie with two
                  platoons in the front line we have had nothing to drink for twenty-four hours, and nothing
                  to eat but bread and cheese. We have raw bacon with us, but fires are out of the question, as
                  they provoke such terrific shell fire.
                         We sent a party last night to draw water at the only well, but two of men were badly
                  wounded before they could get any out, and the party had to retire.
                         All round the grass is strewn with dead – brave, still figures, gallantly struggling
                  forward  just  as  they  fell.  They  provoke  no  horror,  but  only  pride  and  a  tremendous
                  determination to carry on their work.
                         We are all cheery and confident and absolutely happy. For my own part I would not
                  be in any other place. It is good to be here, for this is how best we can serve our country. To
                  serve is what we joined the Army for.
                         Please  tell  the  Scouts  who  are  doing  so  much  to  help  things  at  home  that  their
                  brothers  in  the  New  Army  have  no  fears  and  no  regrets.  But  that  they  have  only  great
                  happiness and great pride – pride in their country and their brotherhood, and happiness that
                  they are able in this crisis to express by their acts the loyalty and love and devotion that
                  they feel towards them continually.
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