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Croce Rossa Britannica Prima Sezione Itendenza Terza Armata Zona di Guerra Italia Nov 25/18 Dear Con Or do you spell your name with two n's. I must look and see in your letter that came this morning. Two n's. I am wrong and humbly beg your respected pardon and next time I will try to remember. It was very cheering to get yours and mother's written Oct 27th especially as the last few days have been rather boring. I am sufficiently recovered from the "Flu" to be able to get up all day now but I still have to have my breakfast in bed and I cannot possibly think of doing any work as of yet. I deplore the fact that I have nothing to write about, but for the last few days I have done nothing but get up, walk slowly along the road or climb the smallest of our hills, then eat lunch and have another walk after. Tea is at four and after that it is dark. It snowed yesterday for an hour and a half and I almost thought we would have a little tobogganing, but no, when I woke this morning it was all gone and the country was left muddy instead. Some of the members are leaving the unit now the war is over. P.J. Baker left this morning and everyone was indeed sorry to see him go. He came out with the unit and was directly responsible for it's existence, and owing to his energy is much of the success that it has had. Then Mr. Page and Mr. Henderson left with him. Paul ought to know them both especially Mr. Page. He is the oldest member in the unit and we might say one of the youngest in spirit. You should have seen him yesterday when he came down to V.T. to get ready to go. He stoops and walks with a halting gait all his own. His breaches and tunic looked like a checker board owing to horrible grease and oil stains. He was worrying much over the fact that his better tunic would be too small