Series 1 Oliver McNaughton

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Victoria Jubilee Bridge, Montreal, Canada.

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Campbelltown, N. B. Aug 23 1916 2.30 P.M.

Hello Sis:- Have just passed through the first town in N. B. on the Intercolonial Road. It was gratifying to get a royal reception from an English speaking crowd. We are travelling very slowly as we had to make way for all regular traffic. We have 15 coaches on this train which has A & C companies B & D Companies are following us. Will write all about it sometime.

We passed over this bridge. It is 1 1/2 miles long Lovingly Oliver

This may be the last mail till we get to England

Miss Netta McNaughton, R. R. No. 1, Granton, Ontario

[envelope] Miss Nettie McNaughton R.R. No.1 Granton Ontario Canada

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[left margin, sideways] My address is Pte. O. J. McNaughton #802301 No.11 Platoon, C Coy. 135th Batt.C.O.E.F. H. Lines Witley Camp, Surrey, England

Witley Camp, Surrey Co. England Aug. 31, 1916

Dear Sister: -

I don't know whom I owe a letter to, but as long as I get a letter written it is alright. I am in no hurry writing as a letter will not go until so long after landing anyway. We landed here last night about 3.00 A. M.

I will be able to describe certain phases of my trip, but I will not be able to describe the efficient manner in which troops are handled by the military and Naval departments. They have so many things to contend with, and, of course, troops are not like passengers, and do not expect it. The absolute secrecy necessary involves many things you would never think about. So I shall describe as much of my trip as I dare.

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Otherwise, my letter might be torn up by the censors.

You know, of course, when we left Camp Borden, - well, that is the last we saw of Black ash, dust. The train trip to Halifax was a long one considering the distance and we were in the train at Halifax some time before we detrained for the boat. We were not allowed to leave the train at all, and A & C companies were unfortunate enough to get only day coaches instead of tourist cars and as we were certainly crowded and did not get much rest. We were given a short route march at Chaudière Que. (just about nine miles from Quebec City), and another one at Moncton, N.B. I saw nothing of Nova Scotia as most of the trip was made at night and in the morning the blinds all had to be drawn, and when we were allowed to see we