Raymond; or, Life and Death: With examples of the evidence for survival of memory and affection after death.Lodge, Oliver, Sir
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Raymond; or, Life and Death: With examples of the evidence for survival of memory and affection after death.
Lodge, Oliver, Sir
Future life; Lodge, Raymond, 1889-1915 (Spirit); Spiritualism; World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives, British
"We came out of the trenches on Wednesday night into
Reserve Billets, and I was placed with No. 9 platoon
(instead of my own) in a little house not far from this
château. We are not allowed to leave it by day, or rather
we are not allowed to show ourselves on the south side of
it, as it might draw shell-fire on to it. But I managed
to sneak away to the north under cover of a hedge without
any risk of being seen.
"After being relieved in the trenches on Wednesday, and
marching back and having a meal with the other officers
of C Company in the Reserve Billets (a brewery), it was
one o'clock before I got to bed in our little house. And
we had to 'stand to arms' in the morning for an hour
while dawn was breaking (we always do, and at dusk too).
So after this I went to sleep till 2 p.m. I sleep in an
outhouse with no door, on straw laid on a brick floor.
My ground-sheet on the straw, my coat over me, my feet
in a sack and an air-cushion under my head, and I can
sleep as peacefully as at home. The place is swarming
with rats and mice, you can hear them directly you lie
still. They go 'plop, plop, plop,' on the straw overhead,
as if they were obliged to take long strides owing to
their feet sinking into the straw. Immediately over my
head, I should judge, there is a family of young rats by
the noise. Occasionally they have a stampede and a lot of
dust comes down on my face.
"But one gets used to this, and muttering 'Nom d'un
chien!' one turns the other cheek. By the way, they say
these rats 'stand to' at dawn, just as we do.
"I am terrified of a rat running over my face, but my
servant sleeps with me, so I console myself that the
chances are just even that they won't choose me. I wish
he wouldn't snore though--he's lowering the odds.
"Last night we had to turn out for fatigue parties. I
took a party down to one of the fire trenches with 'knife
rests.' These are sections of barbed wire entanglement.
They are made by fixing cross-pieces on the ends of a
long pole. The tips of these cross-pieces are joined
together with barbed wire laid parallel to the centre
pole. Then the whole is wound with more barbed wire laid
on spirally, thus: [a sketch]
These are slung out in front of the trenches and fixed
together. They are now fixed also to the trench, because
the Germans used to harpoon them and draw them over to
their own side!
"Well, we set off about 11 p.m. and took twenty-two
of these down. We didn't exactly bless the full
moon--although it showed us the holes and obstructions in
the way. Still, we had no casualties and made good time.
We got back about midnight. So I only slept till 12.30
this morning! Of course I had to get up for an hour at
dawn. I used the time to brew myself some cocoa. I am
getting an expert cook, and can make that 'Bivouac' cocoa
taste like the very finest chocolate....
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