Lewis Cameron Nott wrote home to his mother:-
My Dear Mother,
Just a short note to tell you how we are. We left
the trenches last night & got into quite respectable billets & today we
have had a 3 mile march & are in bivouac. Tomorrow we march on again &
the next day are due to reach the town where we were when the Brigade Sports
where & then on further back.
We have all had two good nights rest & are now
out of range of those awful 5.9’s.
The men those who are left are recovering a bit.
They were done up & we have had considerable drafts of Derby men but we
shall require some time from our losses in officers & N.C.O.’s.
The price of this war never seems to be paid. We
heard tonight poor old Dicky Bird has died of wounds. This is a sad blow as he
was fine officer, never was a keener or cheerier one.
One is almost stunned at our losses but the old
country is looking to us to carry on & ours is now the task of rebuilding
the poor old 6th. The Colonel has been splendid all through & of course is
equal to the present occasion.
I have heard our wounded officers are doing well
even Hicks-Sutton.
Sgt Saunders is wounded how badly no one seems to
know. Hardly a man of Pat’s old Coy is with us now & not one officer.
It may relieve you to know that nothing seems to
upset my health. I suppose I am becoming hard & heartless but I hope not.
I am glad to hear about Tom’s extra leave.
I must close
now. Hoping you are all well.
Love to all. Much love.
Your loving son
L. Cameron Nott.
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