BX September 9, 1918
Good Treatment for the Wounded – William Coubrough Writes Home Interesting Letter from Hospital
Private William Coubrough, wounded, writes interestingly to his mother Mrs. M. Coubrough, Rose Avenue, as follows:
August 19, 1918
My Dear Mother,
Just a few lines, hoping this finds you all well. Well mother, I guess you know by now that I have been wounded. It is a pretty bad wound in leg, also a fracture, but nothing for you to worry about, dear mother. I will be in England for a long time, and I am in a nice hospital. It is a private place and they look after me well. All kinds of nice grub to eat and as much as one can eat, and a lot of nice sisters’ and nurses to look after one. I got wounded in the push the Canadians made on August 8. Although the Germans got me, I got one of them too. He was a Prussian. But they wouldn’t show fight. You couldn’t see them for dust. They certainly ran when they seen the Canadians after them. They call us the white Gurkhas, after the Indian troops. It was an airplane bomb that got me. It dropped from one of his planes. I got four pieces of shrapnel in the leg, so it will take a long time to heal up, and I may not go back to France again. I won’t if I can help it. Well mother, I haven’t had a letter from Dad for a long time, and I don’t know how his is. I don’t think he knows I am wounded yet, but I am just going to write to him and Dave. I am going to try and get Dave down to see me. I am in a London hospital, so I think he ought to be able to come and see me, see mother. There isn’t many Canadians here, and the other boys have all got visitors, all but the Canadians, so it will do me good to see old Dave again, and I will be able to see Dad again when he gets his leave. I will be getting a leave as soon as I am able to move about again, and I am going up to grannies, as I have seen enough of England.
Well mother, how is everybody at home? I haven’t had a letter from you or Miss Hext for a long time, but I guess all the mail has gone to the battalion, and I will send over and get it, but please remember me to Miss Hext and all. Well, mother, I guess this is all this time, so I will close with fond love to all, cheer up mother, and don’t worry.
From your loving son,
William
Coulter Hospital
5 Grosvenor Square,
London W., England