Dear Aunt Maggie,
Trusting that my cousin Jack is well, and presuming upon your good will, I’ve enclosed a letter for him. Please, of your love for me, send it onward to him wherever he may be.
Your loving nephew,
Why is it that soldiers are such pigs? Or perhaps you will tell me that it is only Provençese soldiers that are pigs, and that Cumbrian soldiers are fine, upstanding, courtly lads who would never dream of carving obscenities on the mantelpiece of a temporary billet. Indeed, I think you might very well tell me that; and yet you forget how very well I have known you from a child.
Cumbrian soldiers would have been an improvement, mind you