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
strength but also will-power to drag one’s legs along. In the depressions
between the ridges there was not a breath of air. The sun grew more and
more malignant, and the men became more and more dejected and taciturn.
Hundreds collapsed from sunstroke, or because every ounce of energy they
had possessed had been expended. The instructions to husband the meagre
allowance of water had been explicit, and every one knew that the bottles
could not be replenished until Katia should be reached. It was forbidden
to drink without first obtaining the permission of the platoon or unit
commander, and the best results were obtained where the officers insisted
firmly on exact obedience to this order. The men behaved splendidly,
and even when their powers of endurance seemed to have reached the
limit, they forced themselves heavily and listlessly onward, stedfastly
resisting the ever-increasing temptation to drink. A regimental Medical
Officer described their appearance as “that of men being gradually
suffocated, their faces turning a dusky blue; they were panting for
breath and falling unconscious on the track. All that could be done was
to try to collect them in groups and place their heads under any low
scrub that could be found.” At one spot the torture was most cruelly
augmented by an unfulfilled hope of relief. The sight of great quantities
of attractive fruit, outwardly resembling oranges, was hailed with hoarse
cries of delight. The “oranges” were seized upon ravenously, and in a few
cases bitten into—and thrown away with curses. It was that most bitter
of fruits, calumba—bitter as the disappointment it had caused, for the
prospect of allaying the agonizing thirst intensified the anguish. Then
it was that the officers, who were in no better case than their men but
were upheld by their sense of responsibility, silently blessed him whom
they had so often found occasion to curse, the “funny man” of the platoon
or company. Luckily these men are to be found in every British unit, and
when things are at their worst they extract humour from hardship until
even the most despondent begin to feel less depressed.
[Illustration: KATIA.]
[Illustration: KATIA. BIVOUACS.]
[Illustration: CAMEL CARRYING WATER TANKS.]
[Illustration: CAMELS CARRYING FANATIS WAITING AT THE WATER POINT.]
[Illustration: ROMANI. WATER TRUCKS ON THE BROAD-GAUGE RAILWAY.]
[Illustration: ROMANI. EAST LANCASHIRE ARTILLERY.]
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