[i]"Is your brother William, well?" [/i]

Arthur’s relationship with his family always suffered when posted overseas. Though there weren’t many in his life that he had the energy nor the desire to keep in contact, with William and his Mother, he tried to respond back to their letters in a timely manner. The truth be told writing letters was always a struggle. What do you write about? They do not want to hear about the fine details of the war, especially considering the more unsavoury aspects of the war easily slipped through into his writings. Both his brother and Mother wanted to know how he was going but without truly wanting to know the bloodshed and hellish conditions he and his fellow soldiers had to endure.

William, at the disdain of his Father, took after his Mother in character. A very sweet and sensitive man, but lacked the fortitude and courage needed of a man to deal with the realities that was beyond his comfortable estate and high society.

[b]“William is as well as any man who has eight children under one roof would be.”[/b] Arthur chuckled to himself. William never had any intentions of fathering so many, and even in the past three years since Bath Eleanor had given birth to two boys and just recently two twin girls.

[b]“I presume Eleanor has kept you informed of the twins that were born earlier in the year.”[/b]