The History of the 2/6th (Rifle) Battalion, "the King's" (Liverpool Regiment) 1914-1919Wurtzburg, C. E. (Charles Edward)
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The History of the 2/6th (Rifle) Battalion, "the King's" (Liverpool Regiment) 1914-1919
Wurtzburg, C. E. (Charles Edward)
Great Britain. Army. King's Liverpool Regiment; World War, 1914-1918 -- Regimental histories -- Great Britain
It was here that we first discovered that the German soldiers had
used all the beds for themselves and left the inhabitants to sleep on
the floor. Our first efforts at billeting, therefore, became rather
complicated till the difference in custom was cleared up. There is
little doubt that by our novel methods of proceeding we distinctly lost
caste among people accustomed to the haughty ways of the Prussian. The
local inhabitants were inclined to think, as we did not order them
about like dogs, that we were rather poor creatures.
The orders for the next day (October 19th) were a repetition of those
of the day before, and at 9.15 a.m. we pushed on to Annappes. Here
we found the Irish still in possession, and a joint Headquarters was
formed, and the transport was instructed to follow us up. A thriving
trade was done by the inhabitants by the sale of paper ten-centime
pieces and other relics of the German occupation.
About midday the Irish got orders to move on, and ourselves to follow
at 3 p.m., to Willems. The Irish were to throw out an outpost line in
front of the place, and we were in support in billets in the town.
It was dark and raining when we reached the town, and a brigade of
the 74th Division had already got the best billets. The Mayor, we
found, was the keeper of the principal public-house, and thither the
Commanding Officer, Adjutant, Regimental-Sergeant-Major, and other
French scholars repaired to try and arrange for billets. The estaminet
was much like any other, and was already full of soldiers and
civilians trying to swallow a pale yellow liquid, which had sufficient
smell to suggest that it had been poured once (not oftener) into a
recently emptied beer bottle. Into this mass of chattering people we
pushed our way, and tried to get into conversation with the proprietor.
As he appeared to find our French difficult to follow, and was busy
serving out the so-called beer, our efforts were productive of very
little result. Eventually the situation began to dawn on him, and the
entirely fallacious services of a girl reputed to speak English were
called into requisition. All the French in the place at once joined
in, and not a few of the Tommies. The confusion and din soon became
appalling, and all this time the battalion were seated, patiently or
impatiently, by the roadside in the rain. The situation really seemed
hopeless, but after quieting the friends and supporters of the Mayor,
we eventually succeeded, and billets--which our Billeting Officer had
wisely been searching for on his own account--were duly approved and
the battalion moved in.
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