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Dear Mother I am writing to you from the Camp of the York Hussars. How are you these months?
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Letter one Dear Mother I am writing to you from the Camp of the York Hussars. How are you these months? I think you are all right, but only very lonely at home, nobody to cheer to you. Sorry about that I left you for a long time and hope you aren't worried about me, and believe is going well here. Anyway let me to tell you about my life in England. This camp mainly of regiments of the King's German Legion who sleep round the tent - poles. Other regiments have come to encamp on the downs and pastures, because the King is at the neighbouring town. The spot is high and airy, and the view extensive even though the midden - heaps lie all around us. The British uniform is very brilliant, with its immense epaulets, queer cocked - hat, breeches, gaiters, ponderous cartridge - box and buckled shoes. So far...
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