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FranceNov 29th 1916Dear Margaret, -Wie gehts? That combination letter of yours, Helen's, Jess's came a couple of days ago. I got at least three new grey hairs trying to find which was which, but at last I think I can decipher most of it! There are a few obscure parts which I'd need a Rossetti stone to translate. (If you don't know what that is, ask somebody in third form!!!)I can't begin to tell you, Pug, how different it is without Gordon. We certainly miss him badly here and it must be a lot worse for you at home. We are in the same big dugout with about twenty bombers just now and I often hear them quote "Mun", as they always called him. If there is an argument somebody is sure to give Gug's opinion, and that usually finishes the argument. I suppose you're quite "grown up" by now Pug. Can you imagine me, "apres la guerre", meeting you on the street and, gracefully removing my hat, with a murmured "Good evening, Miss Munro"? In the meantime I can think of you as a terribly active little piece of mischief who worried her brothers and me every chance she got, who answers to Witch, Pug, Peggy, Marg etc. etc. Must take a little trip along the front line now to visit the Machine Guns. Best to your Mother and Father, Ed, & Pork.Toujours votre ami.Brock