With a Reservist in France: A Personal Account of All the Engagements in Which the 1st Division 1st Corps Took Part, viz.: Mons (Including the Retirement), the Marne, the Aisne, First Battle of Ypres, Neuve Chapelle, Festubert, and Loos — John Shaqi
With a Reservist in France: A Personal Account of All the Engagements in Which the 1st Division 1st Corps Took Part, viz.: Mons (Including the Retirement), the Marne, the Aisne, First Battle of Ypres, Neuve Chapelle, Festubert, and LoosBolwell, F. A.
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With a Reservist in France: A Personal Account of All the Engagements in Which the 1st Division 1st Corps Took Part, viz.: Mons (Including the Retirement), the Marne, the Aisne, First Battle of Ypres, Neuve Chapelle, Festubert, and Loos
Bolwell, F. A.
World War, 1914-1918 -- Campaigns -- France
Next day, the twenty-eighth, we were taken from here to another wood
on our left front nearly half-a-mile from the last. We had a little
difficulty in reaching it, as the whole of the distance was within view
of the enemy. Anyhow, we did the distance, by platoons, at the double
and at a hundred paces interval.
This wood was larger than the one we had just left, and we commenced
at once to dig in at the rear end. We had had no casualties on the
journey, although the Germans had shelled us with eighteen-pounders,
all shells, fortunately, bursting at each side of the road. We stayed
in this wood until the next morning, then retiring to the one we had
come from. We had one or two casualties before we left, losing one or
two men wounded and a horse killed, the enemy's observation having been
attracted to us by the smoke from a fire.
That afternoon, the twenty-ninth of October, we proceeded to advance
once more. Getting nearly a mile up the main road, we took the left
side, going out in extended order. Thence we advanced another
half-mile, coming under shell-fire; when we reached the rise, we lay
down. All this time we had seen nothing of the enemy, though bullets
were flying all around us. It was then dark, but we did not stay there.
Closing in on the right, we came to a village: here the bullets were
very thick, but we continued to cross the village along the main road
to the right. The name of this village I never heard; it is now in
the enemy's hands. In its centre was what looked like the ruins of
a windmill: we could see the arms and sails on the ground, but the
remainder appeared to be nothing but a huge pile of stones.
Crossing the village into some more fields, we formed up into line,
and there commenced to dig another line of trenches--the King's Royal
Rifles on our left and on our right the 3rd Brigade, consisting of the
Queen's Royal West Kents, Welsh and South Wales Borderers.
That night we brought in a German sniper, who had evidently been
wounded in the stomach. He could not give us any information, as he was
too badly wounded.
Later on, while we were digging, the C.O. gave out to us that there was
to be no retirement from here: we were to hold the position at all
costs. The Rifles on our left were commanding the top of the hill, and,
as our line ran down a slope, we were ordered to dig our trenches forty
feet long facing the enemy but in step fashion, one behind the other.
This we did, bringing the last trench on the right of our line just in
front of a wood. We worked all night on these trenches, making them as
strong as possible, knowing that there was to be no retirement.
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