Good-bye to all that : $b An autobiographyGraves, Robert
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Good-bye to all that : $b An autobiography
Graves, Robert
Authors, English -- 20th century -- Biography; Graves, Robert, 1895-1985; World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives, British
I got the draft off all right, and the inspecting general was so
pleased with the soldier-like appearance that the adjutant and I had
given them that he sent them all to the camp cinema at his own expense.
This gave me a good mark with the colonel in Ireland. The climax
of my good services was when I checked an attempt on the part of the
camp quartermaster to make the battalion responsible for the loss of
five hundred blankets. It happened like this. Suddenly one night I had
three thousand three hundred leave-men from France thrown under my
command; they were Irishmen, from every regiment in the army, and had
been held up at Holyhead on the way home by the presence of submarines
in the Irish Sea. They were rowdy and insubordinate, and for the four
days that they were with me I had little rest. The five hundred missing
blankets were some of the six thousand six hundred that had been issued
to them, and had probably been sold in Rhyl to pay for cigarettes and
beer. I was able to prove at the Court of Inquiry that the men, though
attached to the battalion for purposes of discipline, had been issued
with blankets direct from the camp quartermaster’s stores before coming
to it. The loss of the blankets might be presumed to have taken place
between the time of issue and the time that the men arrived in the
battalion lines. I had given no receipt to the camp quartermaster for
the blankets. The Court of Inquiry was held in the camp quartermaster’s
private office; but I insisted that he should leave the room while
evidence was being taken, because it was now no longer his private
office but a Court of Inquiry. He had to go out, and his ignorance
of my line of defence saved the case. This success, and the evidence
that I was able to give the colonel of presents accepted by the
battalion mess-president when at Rhyl, from wholesale caterers (the
mess-president had tried to make me pay my mess-bill twice over and
this was my retaliation), so pleased the colonel that he recommended me
for the Russian Order of St. Anne, with Crossed Swords, of the Third
Class. So, after all, I would not have left the army undecorated
but for the October revolution, which cancelled the award-list.
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