8/6/15
My dear Father
I haven’t very much news, of late things have been quiet here, though I don’t know whether that is a reflex of conditions elsewhere.
We have only vague accounts of the raid over London: the Germans often seem to time their raids admirably from our point of view, just now for instance the need for complete and compulsory national organization, obvious to many, is still doubtful to the halfpenny radical press, and a section of their followers. This business should strengthen the hands of the government.
I’m sorry only one section of Ireland is represented, what retrograde obstructionists they are over there.
I’m so glad you’ve had letter from George, probably not with much information. The censorship acts like a blight on one’s letters.
We have had some intensely hot days, culminating this morning in thunder which has cleared the air a bit. There seems less shortage of medical officers now. We have a couple of Australians here, part of a body of 100 doctors who have come from there.
I was not surprised to hear that Jack had given in his name: I suppose he still keeps up the volunteer training.
Mary had a motor trip to Brecon she tells me, last week: apparently an internment camp is being made near there for prisoners I suppose. The French make them work in the docks, they are big fat loutish looking fellows mostly, I saw some too when I was at St Nazaire.
I hope the roses are coming on well now, is my tree out yet?
With much love to all
Your affectionate son
Arthur
