The Irish Guards in the Great War, Volume 1 (of 2) : $b The First BattalionKipling, Rudyard
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The Irish Guards in the Great War, Volume 1 (of 2) : $b The First Battalion
Kipling, Rudyard
Great Britain. Army. Irish Guards -- History; World War, 1914-1918 -- Regimental histories -- Great Britain
It was a test, were one needed, that proved all ranks to the
uttermost. The heroism that endures for a day or a week at high
tension is a small thing beside that habit of mind which can hold
fast to manner, justice, honour and a show of kindliness and
toleration, in despite of physical misery and the slow passage
of bleak and indistinguishable days. Character and personality,
whatever its “crime-sheet” may have been, was worth its weight in
gold on the Somme, where a jest counted as high as a rum-ration.
All sorts of unsuspected people came to their own as leaders of men
or lighteners of care. There were stretcher-bearers, for instance,
whose mere presence and personality steadied half a platoon after the
shell-burst when, picking themselves up, men’s first question out of
the dark would be: “Where’s So-and-So?” And So-and-So would answer
with the dignity of Milesian Kings: “I’m here! Caarry on, lads!”
So, too, with the officers. In the long overseeing of endless
fatigues, which are more trying than action, they come to understand
the men with a thoroughness that one is inclined to believe that
not many corps have reached. Discipline in the Guards, as has been
many times pointed out, allowed no excuse whatever for the officer
or the man; but once the punishment, or the telling off, had been
administered, the sinner and the judge could, and did, discuss
everything under heaven. One explanation which strikes at the root of
the matter is this: “Ye’ll understand that in those days we was all
countin’ ourselves for dead men--sooner or later. ’Twas in the air,
ye’ll understand--like the big stuff comin’ over.”
On Sunday the 27th November, the day of the requiem mass for the
Irish Guards in Westminster Cathedral, a requiem mass was said in
Méaulte Church and they moved out to a French camp (“Forked Tree”),
south of the town where the big French huts held a hundred men
apiece, but cook-houses, etc., were all to build and the “usual
routine improvement work began again.” Their Brigade bombing officer,
Lieutenant the Hon. H. P. O’Brien, was appointed Staff Captain to the
1st Guards Brigade, and Captain R. G. C. Yerburgh left to be attached
to the 2nd Guards Brigade H.Q. Staff for instruction in staff duties.
They were visited by their corps and divisional commanders, inspected
by their Brigadier and route-marched till the 3rd December, when they
moved to Maltz Horn Camp.
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