Dearest family.
Its your Uncle John writing this from Gallipoli. Things haven't been quite as I've expected. Its a disaster. Its day three now and all my mates are dead. I got wounded in the leg and I'm writing this letter from the treatment tent. Please pass on my hello to Grandma. I hope you are all well and happy. I wish I was there to be with you all at this time.
Lots of love.
Uncle John.
