The 42nd (East Lancashire) Division 1914-1918 — John Shaqi
The 42nd (East Lancashire) Division 1914-1918Gibbon, Frederick P.
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The 42nd (East Lancashire) Division 1914-1918
Gibbon, Frederick P.
Great Britain. Army. Division, 42nd; World War, 1914-1918 -- Regimental histories -- Great Britain
“Khaki” helmets were quickly issued, but as the Embarkation Staff had
put the tropical clothing in bulk in one ship, some time elapsed before
the heavy serge could be discarded in favour of light drill, and it was
astonishing how well the younger lads endured the excessive heat. They
showed their grit from the start. The usual conditions of issue were
experienced. When only the smaller sizes in headgear, boots, and clothing
are available, how is it that so large a proportion of big-footed,
big-headed, big-framed men turns up? The sun-helmets were approved.
“Bill, will they let us tak’ these whoam wi’ us?” one man was heard to
ask. Bill was not one of the many optimists who took for granted that
they would be home for Christmas. “Tha’ll be lucky if tha tak’s thi yed
whoam, never mind thi ⸺ ’emlet!” he replied.
Many of the horses had died on the voyage, for not only were the ships
ill-fitted for horse transport, but orders had been received from the
War Office, in spite of the Divisional Commander’s expostulations, not
to exceed one man to every six horses. It was not possible for so small
a proportion of men, most of whom were inexperienced, to cope with so
many animals. On one boat alone, the _Norseman_ (an Australian emigrant
boat), there were more than 700 horses in charge of ninety-five men, and
forty-six animals died during the voyage. The horses at first suffered
greatly from climatic conditions, and especially from sand-colic. One
apparently decided to lay a protest before the highest quarter, so,
evading the picket, it made its way through a narrow gate into the garden
of the C.R.A. and lay down to die almost on the General’s doorstep. The
veterinary officers had a busy time, and a story concerning one of these
was told with much enjoyment by General Maxwell himself. The “vet” was
working at the highest pressure, when a gentleman in civil garb came
along and, proceeding to ask him sundry questions, was curtly requested
to seek the nether regions and mind his own business there. His horror
on discovering later that his abuse had been levelled at the head of the
Commander-in-Chief may be imagined.
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