to Aunty yet & I am sure I don’t know what to say. I am writing this in the trenches & it is as cold as can be, freezing for all it is worth & snow still on the ground. Two of our chaps got wounded last night just after tea. Old Fritz sent over some whizzbangs & made it lively for a while & I can tell you they made a chap duck. He landed a shell the other day about a yard off the edge of the parapet