CHAPTER VIII

BACK TO THE SALIENT

We returned to Ypres on July 1. Everybody was thinking and talking about

the great Battle on the Somme of which this was the first anniversary;

but before the day was over we ourselves had cause to remember the first

of July.

My diary contains a brief synopsis of the journey:

"July 1st.

"Up 4 a.m. Breakfast 4.40. Marched off from Westbecourt at 6.15. Marched

to Lumbres. The place full of Portuguese. Entrained there. Train left

Lumbres at 10 a.m. Went through St. Omer, Hazebrouck, and Poperinghe. We

got out at Brandhoek, about two miles beyond Poperinghe--nearly at

Vlamertinghe. Marched to Query Camp. Remained here in tents during the

afternoon. The arrangements concerning us seem very vague. Divisional

Staff do not appear to have given very definite orders to General

Stockwell. But one thing is known: we are to relieve the 165th Brigade

in the trenches in the Ypres Salient. At Query Camp we are about three

miles from the German front line, and so well within range of the guns.

They are booming as usual all the time."

In a letter written home from the Ramparts the following day, July 2, I

described our return to the Salient as follows:

"Yesterday, Sunday, was our last day in reserve billets. We rose at 4

a.m. At 6.15 we marched off. We marched to a village about an hour and a

half's march away--a village where there are some Portuguese troops.

There we entrained. We left at about 10 a.m. We travelled to the

railhead where I got off on my arrival on June 5; but this time the

train took us about two miles beyond the station. Then we marched to a

camp about three miles behind the front line. We remained there, in

tents, all the afternoon. Colonel Best-Dunkley came into B Company's

mess tent. He was so taken up with the arrangements which Allen, the

mess president, had made that he remained for tea with us! He was in a

very agreeable mood; he is certainly a man of moods. He tried to put the

wind up me about life in the trenches, but did not succeed. The Adjutant

was there too, also Captain Andrews and an officer from the brigade we

are relieving. Nobody else seemed disposed to come in. The Colonel dined

at Division, which was the other side of some trees; but the Adjutant

remained for dinner with us. Gratton asked me to show my _Middleton

Guardian_ correspondence to the Adjutant, and I did so; he was very

interested. West, the Assistant Adjutant, also read it."

While we were at Query Camp orders came round to all companies that one

officer per company was to be detailed to leave at 5 p.m. and proceed to

the Salient and reconnoitre the trenches. Captain Andrews detailed

Halstead to go from B Company. Ronald went from A, Barker from C, and

Wood from D. They all set off together. Giffin also left us, as he was

detailed to take over billets for us in the Prison.

"At 8.40 we moved off. We went at intervals of three hundred yards

between platoons, with six connecting files. As Giffin had been sent on

much earlier to 'take over,' I was in command of the combined 7th and

8th platoons. I had four sergeants with me--Sergeant Williams and

Sergeant Clews in front, and Sergeant Dawson and Sergeant Baldwin

behind. At first I marched in front, but then Captain Andrews told me to

march in rear of my platoon; so I chatted with Sergeant Baldwin for the

rest of the way. He is twenty years old and has been in the Army since

he was seventeen. He joined the Argyles in 1914, and was stationed in

Edinburgh for some time. Then he was discharged on account of weak

eyesight. But he immediately enlisted again; this time in the

Lancashire Fusiliers. His home is Higher Broughton. His father, who is

forty-nine, is a sergeant in the Manchesters at Salonica; I believe he

said that he was wounded.

"Things were moderately quiet until we reached the (Prison). It was

about 10 p.m. when we got there. Things then became much livelier;

shells were bursting all round. We found the building uninhabitable. The

casualties there during the last few days have been very heavy. One

shell buried a party in the debris; it took four hours' solid digging to

get them out! So it has been decided to abandon the place as a billet.

"We were delayed here because we thought this was our destination; but

we were informed that we were to go on to some ramparts, wherever they

might be! I had not the faintest idea where they were. Anyhow I followed

those in front along the ghastly streets of the city. Shells were

dropping all round. One shell exploded ten yards away. A moment later

Sergeant Baldwin and I noticed one of the men in rear of the platoon

fainting and pulling horrible faces. I asked him whether he was hit. It

appeared that he had got shell-shock. So we got hold of him and called

out for the stretcher-bearers. Meanwhile, we got completely out of the

platoon; they, of course, went on. So we were left behind by ourselves.

A stretcher-bearer turned up in a minute or two; then another. So we got

Private Armstead off to the nearest dug-out we could find; it happened

to be a Brigade Headquarters of some other brigade. There was a Medical

Officer there; so he saw to the man, and gave me a chit to take back

with me concerning him. Baldwin and I thought that we might as well have

a rest for a short time as it was quite comfortable here! So we did. I

happened to have a couple of oranges in my haversack, so we each had

one; we then felt refreshed. At about 11.40 we thought it would not be a

bad idea to get a move on; so we went outside amongst the nasty shells

again. It was decidedly exciting in that we did not know how far we had

to go, or whether we were ever likely to find the dug-outs whither our

platoon had gone! We kept asking everybody we passed whether they had

'seen any L.F.'s?' We thus kept in the right direction as we were

generally told that they had gone over yonder! We came to a spot having

a very sinister tradition attached to it (the Menin Gate). So we doubled

across here as fast as possible! Eventually we managed to find the

dug-outs where our people were. We had arrived safe and sound. So

Baldwin went to his dug-out with the others and I looked for Captain

Andrews and reported to him when I found him. I then went into my

dug-out, which is the same one as his. It is very cosy. I lit a candle

and read the four letters which I had received by the mail which arrived

just before we left the tents, and also the newspapers which you have

sent....

"As regards the papers--they are very interesting indeed. The

Mesopotamian Commission Report seems to have caused a great sensation. A

good many public men are censured. I am glad to find that the one

reputation made, or rather restored, is that of Earl Curzon! I have been

discussing it with Captain Andrews at breakfast this morning. We had

breakfast in the mess dug-out at 12 this morning. The other B Company

officers stayed in bed for breakfast.

"There was an inspection of box-respirators and rifles this afternoon. I

inspected my own platoon, which is now 7 again! with Sergeant Baldwin. I

happened to remark to him that I presumed that he was now platoon

sergeant of this platoon. He said that he was. 'That's all right,' I

replied; and he smiled. Then Giffin, who must have overhead our remarks,

approached and, in his imperious way, said: 'Sergeant Baldwin, you're

only in charge of 7 Platoon temporarily, until Sergeant Butterworth

comes back; you're not platoon sergeant. You understand that, Floyd?' he

concluded, turning to me. I think it a bit thick that one cannot choose

one's own platoon sergeant....

"Halstead has not yet turned up, and we now learn that the three others

(who went with him), have not returned to their respective companies.

When I was in that Brigade dug-out last night the M.O. casually remarked

to me that he had attended to four officers, who appeared to belong to

our brigade, at about 6 in the evening. They were all wounded; one was

very bad. In the light of the present situation it certainly looks as if

they must have been the unfortunate four. So Captain Andrews has sent

Giffin down there to inquire. It looks serious.

"It is now 6 p.m. I must close. Captain Andrews says that I had better

warn you that you must not expect letters very frequently now, as it is

not easy to get them off from here. We are going further up to-night.

But do not worry; it is as safe there as here!"

A postscript to this letter states: "It is as I surmised. Halstead,

Barker, Ronald, and Wood are all wounded--by the same shell."

The _Lancashire Fusiliers' Annual_ thus sums up the events of July 1 and

the fate of these four officers:

"On July 1st, the Battalion returned to the forward area. We were to

have gone into our old billets in the Prison and the Magazine, but, as a

17in. shell had just landed in the Magazine and the foundations of the

Prison had been shaken by 8in. duds, it was impossible to do so. Half

the Battalion therefore found billets in the Ramparts, etc., the other

half and Headquarters went back to Goldfish Chateau. During the

afternoon of July 1, the Battalion suffered the most severe loss it had

suffered for some time. Four officers, Lieut. W. C. Ronald, Lieutenant

H. A. Wood, Lieutenant J. Halstead and Second-Lieutenant H. A. Barker,

one officer from each Company, had started up to reconnoitre the line.

At Wells Cross Roads a shell landed and wounded all four.

Second-Lieutenant Barker died of his wounds a month later, but the other

three have all recovered."

The _Lancashire Fusiliers' Annual_ goes on to say that "On July 2nd the

Battalion moved up into the Potijze sector. We had a hot reception, the

enemy sent over 1,500 shells all round Battalion Headquarters between

midnight and 5 a.m." But, as the following extract from my diary will

show, the move took place while I was otherwise engaged:

"July 2nd.

" ... There came an order for a working party of one officer and twenty

men to report at Potijze dump at once. So Captain Andrew detailed me to

take Sergeant Baldwin and twenty men of 5 Platoon. We went by the

Water-pipe track across the open, in broad daylight. Enemy observation

balloons were up all the time and spotted us. A few shells were fired,

but nobody was hit. When we got to Potijze the men were given material

to take to Pagoda Trench; so we proceeded there in small parties. We got

to Pagoda Trench at 7.30; but enemy observation balloons were still up,

and a few bullets whizzed over the trench, so it was not yet safe to

work. We accordingly sat in the trench and waited. Darkness fell upon a

beautiful summer evening before the observation balloons disappeared. At

9.30 we decided that it was safe to begin work. The work to be done

consisted of repairing duck-boards. It did not require much supervising,

especially as representatives of the Royal Engineers were managing it,

so Baldwin and I sat down and chatted most of the time. As a matter of

fact, we had six men too many; so they had nothing to do. One or two

machine-gun and rifle bullets whizzed past while we were there, but no

one was hit. We stopped at 11.30 and filed back down the communication

trench through Potijze Wood. Coming round the corner here--near Bottle

Wall--we were shelled rather badly; the shells were bursting very near

us--one within six yards--but none of my party were hit. An R.E. officer

close by was wounded. We got back to Potijze dump at 12 midnight. I

reported to Captain Andrews, who was there in a dug-out. The Company had

moved up while we had been on this working party. I saw my party into

their new dug-outs here, and then came back and spent the night in the

officers' dug-out at Potijze with Captain Andrews, Giffin, and Gratton.

Allen was with a working party and did not return until 3 a.m.... Shells

were falling round our dug-out all night. One shell blew a dug-out, a

few yards away, to pieces, killing two, wounding two, and causing

shell-shock to the remaining man--all of 5 Platoon (Allen's platoon).

Two more B Company men were wounded on fatigue near St. Jean. A good

many transport men and horses, and men of other units, were killed and

wounded near. It was what might be called a rough night in the Ypres

Salient! Morning (July 3) dawned bright and clear.

"A message came to us at 5 a.m. that I must proceed to Bilge Trench to

be temporarily attached to D Company in Wood's place. At present C

Company (Captain Mordecai) are in the front line, with their

headquarters in the Estaminet (the deep tunnel dug-out beneath Wieltje).

D Company (Captain Bodington) are in support in Bilge Trench. Colonel

Best-Dunkley calls it the front line, and considers it such in his

dispositions. A Company (Captain Briggs) are in reserve. And B Company

(Captain Andrews) are in Potijze dug-outs. Battalion Headquarters are

close to Potijze."

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