Our Battalion: Being Some Slight Impressions of His Majesty's Auxiliary Forces, in Camp and ElsewhereRaven-Hill, L. (Leonard)
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Our Battalion: Being Some Slight Impressions of His Majesty's Auxiliary Forces, in Camp and Elsewhere
Raven-Hill, L. (Leonard)
Armies -- Caricatures and cartoons; Caricatures and cartoons -- Great Britain
_Wednesday._--We was practised in advanced guard the first thing this
morning, all the companies working separate. After a bit, I'm blowed if
yer could tell what any of 'em was at, they was so mixed up. Afore we
starts, our Captain 'e explains to us what we was supposed to do; _'e_
may 'ave understood what 'e was drivin' at, but I'm blest if any of us
did. 'Owever, after a bit I begins to see what we was meant to be doin',
an' bimeby the Captain 'e tells me to take two men as a patrol to
examine a wood as was near by. D'rectly we was out of sight one of 'em
starts playin' the goat, till I gives 'im a shove in the back wi' the
butt just to remind 'im as I was in command. The Major come along jist
then an' asks me what we was? I tells 'im as we were a patrol, an' 'e
tells me the proper way to do it, an' what to report to the Captain.
After breakfast we was out again doin' outposts. Wish they wouldn't 'ave
so much make believe about it. Supposin' now they puts yer in a group as
sentries. "The henemy," they ses, "is somewhere over there, an' you've
to watch that bit o' country in front of you; the countersign's
'Bunkum,' an' you've to keep under cover." Well, there aint no henemy,
an' nothin' aint goin' to 'appen, an' yer wouldn't know wot to do if it
did, so you just lies down an' smokes till the "assembly" goes, an' then
you comes back. It may teach officers something, but it don't teach us
much.
As we was out for the day only 'ad a sort o' bread an' water picnic
instead of dinner, which we 'as when we gets back to camp. We was put
through what they calls an attack drill after, but I didn't think much
of it; started off with about twenty yards between you an' the next man,
an' then as we advanced, they comes crowdin' up from be'ind till the
firin' line were like a bloomin' football scrimmage, with about four
different Battalions all atop o' one another, an' loosin' off right an'
left whether they was in front or be'ind. "'Ere," I ses to Ted
Parminter, "this aint no place for us, it's too bloomin' dangerous. I'm
going to be a casualty." An' we drops be'ind. "Wot bally rot!" I 'eard
one off'cer say, an' I quite agreed with 'im.
* * * * *
_Thursday._--Everyone 'ad to clean the bloomin' camp twice over to-day,
as we was to be inspected. I niver seen such a place for getting dirty;
you brushes yerself down an' blacks yer boots an' polishes up yer rifle,
an' in ten minutes you are that covered in dust as you look as if you
'adn't washed for a week.
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