August 11th 1914 13:13pmMum, Dad and FrankieAs IÃÂm writing this, IÃÂm sitting in the back of a truck, so sorry if my handwriting is unreadable, but with all this bumping about, itÃÂs rather hard to keep a steady hand. Hope you are all ok, tell Stella I love her, and I miss her. I miss you all in fact, so terribly and I havenÃÂt been away that long! IÃÂm not sure how I will ever cope! I should hopefully be home by Christmas, IÃÂll bring you back something special Frankie. WeÃÂve been travelling all day. At the moment IÃÂm not entirely sure where we are. All I know is we should be there by morning. I canÃÂt wait to finally be there, fighting for my nation. I feel so proud to be a part of this, I feel so proud to be British! ItÃÂs a privilege, an honour, and something that I hope will be passed through the family, generation after generation.
IÃÂll write to you all again soon, weÃÂre about to get dinner - Pea soup. Not quite your Sunday Lunch Mum, but itÃÂs worthy of my growling stomach at present.
DonÃÂt miss me too much will you?Love Peter.
August 18th 1914 115:25pmMum, Dad and Frankie,So far, things have not been as I imagined. IÃÂm looking forward to the day that I eventually get to fight on the front line. So far though, there has not been much in the way on ÃÂfightingÃÂ. WeÃÂve been in the trench for a week now, and I can safely say, I set my hopes way to high! But I shall not complain. I wasnÃÂt expecting much better. IÃÂve been on guard duty these past few days. The rest of the time I spend here in the trench, listening to the other soldierÃÂs stories of back home. I think I could write a book of the things theyÃÂve told me. ItÃÂs really interesting, listening to other peoples lives, what theyÃÂve went through, and seeing how similar they are to you. It passes the time away too!Hope things are ok at home.