Dear Madam, It is with the deepest sorrow that I hear your son, Private Morrow, has met a soldier's death while serving his King and country in France. No words of mine can, I fear, help you in your grief, but I should like you to know that the boy soldiered straight and served me well when I was commanding the regiment and I always had a soft place in my heart for him. In these days, when the Empire is grieving for its young manhood, it may be some consolation to you to feel that your son has fallen in gallant company while upholding the honour of old Ireland, and that his name will be inscribed for all time on the Empire's Roll of Honour. Life is very short for all of us, it will not be long before we all meet again in a happier world than this. I pray that time may soften your grief.