With my regiment : $b From the Aisne to La BasséeMills, Arthur
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With my regiment : $b From the Aisne to La Bassée
Mills, Arthur
World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives, English
The officers' billets on this occasion were better than those of the
night before, for we found a house which had been used by German
officers when the town was in the enemy's hands. The house was large
and comfortable, and belonged to the mayor of the town. It had been
cleared of all valuables, but whether the mayor had done this himself
before his departure, or the German officers had looted the place, I
cannot say. From the look of things I should imagine that the mayor
had taken away all he could and the Germans anything that was left.
They had evidently broken open a writing-desk and some drawers, and
scattered the contents all over the place. I was guilty of a little
looting on my own account, as I found a tattered paper-covered copy of
"Madame Bovary," and not having finished it when it was time to leave,
slipped it in my haversack.
We again spent the day around the billets, and as we had a mail with a
sack of parcels sent up with the ration convoy we had plenty to occupy
ourselves. On active service washing is not necessarily done before
breakfast. It is too elaborate a ceremony to be done in a hurry. First
a complete outfit has to be got together; one may have a razor but no
shaving-brush, or a piece of soap but no towel, or a hairbrush but no
comb; possibly one has nothing at all, in which case one is treated as
a general nuisance, and borrows from others with difficulty. But, as
a rule, with a depleted cleaning outfit of, say, a razor, a comb and
a bit of sponge, the rest can be collected and spread out on a towel.
The toilet is then a leisurely process, after which, feeling very clean
and fresh and superior, one strolls across to the mess van in one's
shirtsleeves for a glass of vermouth and a cigarette. After washing
there were the letters brought in by the mail to answer, and then lunch
and a couple of hours' sleep.
At dusk we moved off again, this time for a very short march, for four
miles brought us to our destination, and we were only moved on a little
way in order to make room for other troops following on behind.
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