Mrs. Roy Hewitt has received touching letters of sympathy from others commanding the battalion to which her husband was attached. The following, from her brother, explains how Roy met the death.
Somewhere in France, Aug 31, 1918. My dear sister, It is with regret that I sit here to write to you of the misfortune of this awful war which has taken from us all our dear friend and your husband, Roy. Yesterday morning I ate breakfast with him, and as we had been up in the battery in the wee hours of the night, I had to go to the dump to fill the limbers, while Roy went to his dugout, undressed and went to sleep, which was his last sleep. I had only returned when our lines were shelled and a direct hit made on their dugout by a German high explosive shell. The ... instantly killed three in the dugout, a bombadier, two drivers and a sergeant at the mouth of the dugout. Next shell came amongst our limbers, another driver was killed and another miraculously escaped....He is buried in a military cemetery a few miles from Arras...Your loving brother, James Lister
