In a specially written account of the part taken in the big advance of
July 1st by the Tyrone Battalion of the Royal Inniskilling Fusiliers,
Lieut.-Col. Ricardo, D.S.O., commander of the battalion, says:--Just
now it is a hard struggle between pride and sorrow, and every moment
the latter surges up, and it takes a mighty effort to keep our chins
up; but we shall see it through and begin again, however hard. Out
of 19 officers who went over, 12 have gone, the very best, and all
dear pals; four came back untouched, and three wounded got back--one
of these lay out for 24 hours, and one for 48--whilst the casualties
in the rank and file were numerous. Early on the 1st July (the boys
were convinced the date had been chosen for their especial benefit)
the battle began. Every gun on both sides fired as fast as it could,
and during that din our dear boys just walked out of the wood and up
gaps we had cut through our parapet, and out through lanes in our
wire. I shall never forget for one minute the extraordinary sight.
The Derrys, on our left, were so eager they started a few minutes
before the ordered time, and the Tyrones were not going to be left
behind, and they got going without delay--no fuss, no shouting, no
running; everything orderly, solid, and thorough, just like the men
themselves. Here and there a boy would wave his hand to me as I shouted
"good-luck" to them through my megaphone, and all had a happy face.
Many were carrying loads. Fancy advancing against heavy fire carrying
a heavy roll of barbed wire on your shoulders! The leading battalions
suffered comparatively little getting out, but when they came close
to the German front line they came under appalling machine-gun fire,
which obliterated whole platoons. And alas! for us, the division on
our right could not get on, and the same happened to the division
on our left, so we came in for the concentrated fire of what would
have been spread over three divisions. But every man who remained
standing pressed on, and without officers or N.C.O.'s they "carried
on," faithful to their job. Not a man turned back, not one. Eventually,
small knots belonging to all the battalions of the Division (except
two) gathered into the part of the German line allotted to the Division
and began to consolidate it. Major John Peacocke, a cousin of Lady
Carson, a most gallant and dashing officer, was sent forward after
the advance to see how matters stood. He took charge, and gave to
the representatives of each unit a certain task in the defence. The
situation after the first few hours was indeed a cruel one for the
Ulster Division. There they were, a wedge driven into the German line,
only a few hundred yards wide, and for 14 hours they bore the brunt of
the German machine-gun fire and shell fire from the sides; and even
from behind they were not safe. The parties told off to deal with the
German first and second lines had in many cases been wiped out, and the
Germans sent parties from the flanks in behind our boys. The Division
took 800 prisoners, and could have taken hundreds more, but could not
handle them. Major Peacocke sent back many messages by runners. They
asked for reinforcements, for water, and for bombs, but no one had
any men in reserve, and no men were left to send across. We were told
reinforcements were at hand and to hold on, but it was difficult, I
suppose, to get fresh troops up in time. At any rate, the help did not
come. I sent off every man I had--my own servant, my shorthand clerk,
and so on--to get water out of the river; the pipes had long before
been smashed. On their way, many, including both above-named, were
killed by shell fire. At 10-30 p.m. the glorious band had to come back;
they had reached the third line. At 8-30 a.m. they fought to the last,
and threw their last bomb, and were so exhausted that most of them
could not speak; and shortly after they came back, help came, and the
line they had taken and held was re-occupied without opposition, the
Germans, I suppose, being as exhausted as we were. Our side eventually
lost the wedge-like bit, after some days. It was valueless, and could
only be held at very heavy cost. We were withdrawn late on Sunday
evening, very tired and weary. There are many instances of outstanding
gallantry, but it is almost impossible to collect evidence. We may hear
more of it when some of our wounded come back.
A correspondent to the "Times" wrote:--
I am not an Ulsterman, but yesterday as I followed their amazing
attack I felt I would rather be an Ulsterman than anything else
in the world. My position enabled me to watch the commencement
of their attack from the wood in which they formed up, but which
long prior to the hour of assault was being overwhelmed with shell
fire, so that the trees were stripped and the top half of the wood
ceased to be anything but a slope of bare stumps, with innumerable
shell holes peppered in the chalk. It looked as if nothing could
live in the wood, and indeed the losses were heavy before they
started, two companies of one battalion being sadly reduced in the
assembly trenches. When I saw the men emerge through the smoke and
form up as if on parade, I could hardly believe my eyes. Then I saw
them attack, beginning at a slow walk over No Man's Land, and then
suddenly let loose as they charged over the two front lines of the
enemy's trenches, shouting "No surrender, boys!" The enemy's fire
raked them from the left, and machine-guns in a village enfiladed
them on the right, but battalion after battalion came out of
that awful wood as steadily as I have seen them at Ballykinlar,
Clandeboye, or Shane's Castle. The enemy's third line was soon
taken, and still the waves went on, getting thinner and thinner,
but without hesitation. The enemy's fourth line fell before these
men, who could not be stopped. There remained the fifth line.
Representatives of the neighbouring corps and division, who could
not withhold their praise at what they had seen, said no human
man could get to it until the flanks of the Ulster Division was
cleared. This was recognised, and the attack on the last German
line was countermanded. The order arrived too late, or perhaps the
Ulstermen, who were commemorating the anniversary of the Boyne,
would not be denied, but pressed on. I could see only a small
portion of this advance, but could watch our men work forward,
seeming to escape the shell fire by a miracle, and I saw parties
of them, now much reduced indeed, enter the fifth line of the
German trenches, our final objective. It could not be held, as the
Division had advanced into a narrow salient. The Corps on our right
and left had been unable to advance, so that the Ulstermen were the
target of the concentrated hostile guns and machine-guns behind
and on both flanks, though the enemy in front were vanquished and
retreating. The order to retire was given, but some preferred to
die on the ground they had won so hardly. As I write, they still
hold the German two first lines, and occasionally batches of German
prisoners are passed back over the deadly zone; over 500 have
arrived, but the Ulstermen took many more, who did not survive the
fire of their own German guns. My pen cannot describe adequately
the hundreds of heroic acts that I witnessed, nor how yesterday a
relieving force was organised of men who had already been fighting
for 36 hours to carry ammunition and water to the gallant garrison
still holding on.
The following letter sent to the "Times," July 3rd, is a description of
the great day by a senior officer:--
The 1st of July should for all time have a double meaning for
Ulstermen. The attack carried out by the Ulster Division was the
finest thing the new armies have done in this war. Observers
from outside the Division who saw it say it was a superb example
of discipline and courage. We had to come through a wood which
was being literally blown to pieces, form up in successive lines
outside of it under a devastating fire, and then advance across the
open for 400 yards to the German first line trenches. It was done
as if it was a parade movement on the barrack square. The losses
were formidable before we ever reached the first line, but the men
never faltered, and finally rushed the first line, cheering and
shouting, "Boyne" and "No Surrender!" From then onwards they never
checked or wavered until they reached the fifth line of German
trenches, which was the limit of the objective laid down for us.
They captured and brought in many hundred prisoners, and actually
captured many more who were either killed by the German fire before
they reached our lines, or were able to get away in the maze of
trenches owing to the escort being knocked over. I can hardly
bring myself to think or write of it. It was magnificent--beyond
description. Officers led their men with a gallantry to which I
cannot do justice, and the men followed them with equal gallantry;
and when the officers went down, the men went on alone. The
Division was raked by machine-gun and shell fire from in front and
from both flanks, and our losses have been very severe.
Ulster should be very proud of her sons.