Pat Duff and myself have, at last, joined the Battalion, and though they have got it a bit rough lately they are in good spirits, and living a good healthy life in the open air, twenty-four hours out of the twenty-four. We are not sure about Frank yet, but hope he is all right. News about Spain at home looks bad, but things don’t seem so black here. Everybody has their coat off now in real earnest, and it will be no walk through for the Fascists. Bill Rust is here and visits the Battalion often. Just now are expecting to have a talk from him at any moment.
At present among the Irish with is here are Johnnie Power, Waterford; Tom Murphy, from Antrim; Jones, from Wexford; Tighe, from Mayo and O’Regan, from Cork.
Pat and I wish to be remembered to all the comrades at home, and hope that they are not meeting with reverses in the course of their activities at home. If they could see how the people here take their reverses it would hearten them. No matter what they go through they still come up smiling.
Good luck all round.
Jack
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