Letters
E. Wilkie, a personal friend of Charles.
France
11/11/17
Dear Fanny
I have not
much to say, have not been able to find out much as yet
only that a shell lobbed into the dressing station at the
time killing the Padre as well. I felt so sorry as I missed
Charlie as if he were a brother, do not worry God's Will
be Done, it does not matter what becomes of the body the
soul lives forever. I am in 13th Coy, 1st C.I.B
N.Z.E.F. I am quite well. God be with you all till we meet
again.
Yours Sincerely
E. Wilkie
Harry Perkin, came from England and sayed at the Harris residence at Rangiora.
Hornchurch
Essex
England
April 16th, 1918
Dear Mrs Harris
I received your letter a
few days ago & which was written on the 21st of
December last, & for which I was very pleased. First
of all I must thank you for your kindness also Fannie
for sending on the little parcel which I had received
some time before your letter, & whilst I was in
hospital in London. Dear Mrs Harris, you have my greatest
sympathy in the loss you have sustained, & I was
not aware until I received your letter that Charles
had paid the supreme sacrifice it's very hard for you
dear mothers, & I often think worse for us boys
relatives than for ourselves, as you have such an anxious
time at home. I well remember the 4th of October. Our
Battalion came out of the line on the 3rd, & so
we were then in reserve however we were back again on
the 10th & over the top on the morning of the 12th
of Oct, & this is a day one can never forget, it
was the worst day that our boys ever had from N.Z. &
we did not get a very good chance against our foes,
as by some means our barrage was of a short duration &
Fritz got a lot of our boys with his machine guns &
also by sniping. The mud was undescribable & unless
anyone saw it they would hardly believe it. I had the
bad luck to fall in a shell hole in the dark the night
we went in & nearly got drowned. I had to wait in
my wet clothes all night & was dash glad to hop
over next morning to chance my luck, as it was very
miserable to be plastered in mud & all through a
wet night to wait in a sap. The night like many more
I have had seems long enough for 5 or 6 nights, &
when the rum was issued next morning, anyone was very
glad to get a tot. Well you mentioned on your letter
anyone comes through some novel & trying experiences &
I got through pretty well until about Feb 21st when
a lot of us got caught in some mustard gas with the
result that I was sent to a hospital in Bologna &
was there a week after which I was sent to the 2nd London
General Hospital at Chelsea. I was there a month &
then sent to this convalescent home. I have been there
nearly three weeks & must say that this is a very
nice place. There are at present over 2,000 of us here &
our food is pretty good & we have plenty of amusements.
We have Y.M.C.A & Y.W.C.A also the church Army huts
to go to & there are also other places for soldiers
outside the camp. I was lucky to be sent over here now
in the spring-time as it is a lovely time of the year &
the country will soon look at its best, but still this
last few hours the weather has changed & it's now
raining very heavy & rather cold, but no doubt the
rain will do a lot of good, it's an old saying that
April showers bring forth May flowers. On your letter,
you mentioned about lovely Devon & I love the old
country, but I also love N.Z. now I have got used to
it & I hope to go back again if I get through this
war. I often think I would not mind losing an arm or
leg, as long as I can get off with that. I often laugh
over a little incident that happened to one of our chaps
a few weeks before I left France. Six of us were carrying
food to some outposts & one morning about six o'clock
we were hurrying up when of Fritz was sending his bullets
very close, with the result that the chap next to me
got hit & by his actions I thought it must be pretty
bad, so of course he laid down in a shell hole &
I examined him but found the bullet had only grazed
the skin. He made sure he had a 'Buckshee' as we call
it, meaning one good enough for England. He swore when
I told him it had just broken the skin, so you can just
imagine how some poor chaps long to get over here, away
from the roar & din of battle. Well dear Mrs Harris
as I write this letter my thoughts go out to our boys
in France & no doubt they are in for some grim work
at the present, let us hope & pray that it will
soon be over & peace reign in the place of all this
bloodshed. I know for just at the present we are in
a critical period, but we have confidence & must
keep a brave heart. When I read your letter I thought
what changes we get in what seems a short time, &
fancy Nellie being married nearly two years, it seems
such a short time since I was at Rangiora. Dave Sutherland
I think is in Egypt as he went in the Mounteds. I was
at Rangiora on my final leave. I expect as you say Granda
is getting feeble, dear old man. Well Mrs Harris I was
sorry to hear of Mr Holman's illness & no doubt
he has had a bad time. I will send you a postcard of
me & mates taken at Chelsea it is not very good
as the sun was out, of course you will see me in front &
now I will conclude with kind regards to you all &
again thanking you.
From yours sincerely
Harry Perkin