Sent by: Sgt Bill Hick 4038205
Sent to: Walter Eric Tipping
Sent from: London
"I don't no how much to thank you for your help the morning I got hit but I shall always remember you for your great deed."
My Grandad kept this letter in his personal war memories which I had once he passed away. He never mentioned this but it was written by Sgt Hick from his hospital bed in New Southgate London and tells how my Grandad , known as ‘Tip’ saved his life after they got ‘hit’. Although he lost his leg it reads that my Grandad helped him whilst others passed by.
I’m always filled with pride everytime I read it. My Grandad survived the war but likely rarely spoke of it.
Transcript:
Dear Tip,
Just a few lines hoping it finds you alright and keeping fit. I don't no how much to thank you for your help the morning I got hit but I shall always remember you for your great deed. There were some in the trench just by me when I had it but they ran away with fright so they weren't much help and between me and you there were some of those brave men just by that heard me a calling but they had a deaf ear the one has a high crown on his arm though but anyway life is sweet although I've lost my leg what you say if it wasn't for you I'm sure my life would have gone. I had about 7 pints of blood 150 needles full of penicillen and a pint bottle so it cost them some stuff. I hope the C.O. is still going strong a very first class man from head to toe. Remember me to blink and the ones I no and please give my address to the Padre he ask me to write to him but I don't really no his name at present not for certain anyway. Well it is nice to be in England with your wife by the bed side all the time but mind you there aint no funny stuff there's no wind in my sail. Well Tip I will come to a close for now. Hoping to hear from you soon to no how the old lads are going on.
So cheerio all the best. Keep your head down.
Bill
Contributed by: Simon Tipping
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