No 4564 9 Plat C Coy 3/5 Leicesters, Belton Park, Grantham Lincs.
Nov 14th 015
Dear Rev Walters,
Knowing that you always delight in hearing from the “Boys in Khaki” I once again take the pleasure of writing to you, because I feel honoured in being counted as one of your friends.
Friendship is a valuable asset in life, & especially among soldiers. One always finds the spirit of comradeship among soldiers; it is really remarkable how they cling to each other.
I suppose the reason is this: – That unless one helps the other, there is no help at all. Nothing to my mind, humanly speaking, tells in the life of a soldier so much as his knowing that all are comrades together. The men whom I am with are often concerned about great questions. Some ask great questions such as the following.
IS God dead? If not – why the calamity of war, & the cause of tyranny? Why does God permit the nations of the earth to destroy each other?
Sir, Such are the questions asked, and they need answering; a soldier needs to be guided, & helped, because I find out this; – That once such questions are asked, there is a wavering of faith, a relaxation of the “Home-spirit” & a disposition to do evil.
Soldiers are not saints by any means, (any more than Parsons are)
No one knows the inner life of the soldier save be of the same community; and if the outer world knew, there would be a revelation such as would make mothers weep, & break the hearts of sweethearts.
Sir, what is the reason? Just this: – They think that the cruel discipline which they have to experiences outside the bounds of human feeling, they seem to have the idea that the agony they bear, & the sacrifice they make is greater than the agony & the sacrifice of the Cross
The “Great Comrade of Life” is left out of the account & when He is left out men wonder in darkness, & experience a disgust with soldier life which is most appalling.
Sir, my point is this: – I have never known a real Christian soldier to grumble or to doubt. No. He smile at the storm; laughs at adversity, looks up when the heavens are black; & even remembers “That there is one who share all our sorrows & bears a part in our joys. There is agony in stern discipline, but the agony is willingly bourn when one realises that the nation needs the best we can give & that can never be given where there is doubt & distrust.
What a great fight this is. And what a glorious spirit we are putting into the fight. The day of victory has already dawned, & everywhere soldiers are preparing with the civil community to strike a smashing blow at the foes of progress & peace.
We cannot have peace till war has ceased nor can we enjoy the beauty of a glorious sunset if clouds obscure our vision. But peace will come. The enemy will be crushed & Europe liberated from the “Dragon of Hell” who seeks to bind all in his clutches.
I am very proud to say that the spirit of our soldiers is magnificent, & my only regret is – That the Christian Spirit is not so good. Many lack the sweet Spirit of Home & the smile of loved ones & I suppose that is the reason. Still we find the Master’s saying holds good. Greater love hath no man than this that a man lay down his life for his friends. We bear our burden with patience, & if needs be we willingly lay down our lives to defend the honour of right, & to bring a lasting peace to our beloved England.
“The strife will not be long. This day the noise of battle. The next the victor’s song.”
And mark you Sir, We shall sing the victory song, & we hope to share in a glorious home coming when we shall make the arches of our old Parish church ring with our songs of thanksgiving.
In the meantime. Pray for our men. And in the words of our popular song I would say –
“Keep the home-fires burning, while your hearts are yearning
When the boys are far away, they think of home.
There’s a silver lining, through the dark clouds shining
Turn the dark clouds inside out, till the boys come home.
There is something seems to whisper that the day cannot be far
The silver moon seems smiling, there’s a twinkle in each star
Is it autumn or in winter that the joyful news will be
When war will cease & all be peace & we again be free
I think I have written enough.
Trusting that you are well. I remain
Yours respectfully
PTER J.W. Brotherhood
S.P. Excuse scribble – do we have to write where we can & often under bad conditions.
J.W.B.
In envelope addressed to Rev T.W. Walters, Vicar of Whitwick, Whitwick Vicarage, Leicestershire.
Letter postmarked Grantham 3 PM 16 Nov 15.