World War I Roll of Honour - The Clove Club Hackney Downs School

Dear Mr.Editor,
B Battery H.A.C.
British Med. Expd. Force.
May 26th, 1915.
Just a line from an Old Boy, or rather a boy who feels extremely old, so sudden and strange
have been the changes in his life during the last few months.
I sailed from England on April 10th on the Minneapolis, a fast boat of some 13,000 tons. I
had a very pleasant voyage out, and the weather was so calm that I escaped being a victim of the
ever-predominant sea-sickness. But, notwithstanding, several men were prostrated in profound agony
before the ship gave any signs of rolling.
The weather all the time was glorious. During the day the intense heat of the sun was modified
by the wind, which was at all times very strong; and the nights were delightfully cool.
To tell you all that has happened to me since I left England would occupy pages, so I will not
commence the task, mainly because the censor would block it all out, and I do not believe in a waste
of energy, as you will probably remember. But still, I know what real work is now.
I may tell you just one other thing that has happened to me. I have been in Egypt six weeks
and am not now where I was when I landed. I am afraid it is rather vague but it is practically all the
information I am allowed to give.
Well, Sir, I have exhausted all my news, so all that remains for me to do is to apologise for
the writing, but I expect that I shall escape Detention when you hear that it was written with the paper
resting on my knees.
Please remember me to the boys.
Yours sincerely,
M.E.BARRETT.