WE MOVE FORWARD
On the night of the 9th our Company Commander received orders to
establish a strong post, which was to consist of one company. After the
company had been inspected we moved out of our trench in sections about
100 yards' distance having the usual connecting files.
It was raining very hard, but this was nothing new. We had to make our
way over ground that was literally a sea of mud and honeycombed with
shell holes and mine craters. One of my men slipped off the lip of a
mine crater and rolled down almost up to the neck in mud and water. He
was a Bachelor of Science and used to have various arguments with one
of the boys who hastened to his rescue. This argument had evidently
consisted of the rescuer's knowledge of physiology and phrenology.
Evidently the man in the crater had told in a previous argument on
these subjects that the rescuer's life was half lost because he did
not know anything on these subjects. I was very much surprised to hear
the man detailed for rescue shouting down the crater and asking our
Professor of Science if he knew anything about "Swimology" and the
answer being "No," the rescuer shouted down, "Then, by jabers, the
whole of your life is lost."
After getting our professor out, we moved forward until we got our
position, 'way out in No Man's Land, where the men were allotted
their tasks. They at once commenced to dig by connecting up the shell
holes, thus making a fair trench without being exposed to the enemy
fire. During the time we were digging the Huns were sending up their
white flares, but as they were some distance away our party was not
conspicuous. Although the Huns did not know where we were, they had
the unpleasant habit of firing shells in most out of the way places.
So the men never relaxed their efforts, but kept digging away for dear
life, as they did not know how soon there might be a counter attack.
Eventually we got our work completed. We then posted sentries and sent
out a small patrol. The object of our strong post was to hold the
enemy in check, and thus give sufficient time for the troops in rear
to resist any counter attack that might be made by the Huns. During
the night everything passed off quietly and no counter attack was
attempted. The Germans had evidently had all the fight taken out of
them on that eventful day.
At daybreak I served out the usual allowance of rum to each man. As
every man was wet and numb with the cold, the issue of this allowance
was very much appreciated. I would like to see the people that advocate
doing away with the rum issue take a turn in the trenches during the
cold and rainy season. I think that they would come away perfectly
satisfied in their minds that the rum ration under these circumstances
is essential for the welfare of the men. It is so easy for people at
home who have every luxury and comfort to sit down and criticise this
issue. People who have never had any hardships to endure like those
the soldiers in the trenches have will tell you that tea or coffee
will do equally as well, but from long experience we in the army know
different. I am a temperate man myself but I found benefit from this
small drop of rum. Now that I am not in the trenches I don't need it
and do not take it. The same applies to the majority of our soldiers.
The army does not encourage the men to drink, as the drunkard is given
very drastic treatment. We have no use for him.
On the morning of the 12th of April as I looked over the recently
captured battle ground, I noticed that the railway construction troops
had completed building a narrow gauge railway, which ran from our
forward base of supplies at La Targette as far as Thelus, a very short
distance from where I stood. Little gasolene engines were busy hauling
up ammunition, which they distributed to the various ammunition dumps
that were located at considerable intervals alongside the track. At one
time we had large ammunition dumps; but we have learned from experience
that it is better to have a series of small dumps well separated, so
that if a shell from the enemy explodes on the dump, as it sometimes
happens, our loss is not so great. The shells are carefully laid on a
wooden flooring in little groups. Between each group is a layer of sand
bag partitions. From these points the shells are carried forward to the
different batteries on the backs of mules.
The labour and pioneer battalions assisted by some of the infantry were
filling in the shell holes and clearing the debris to make new roads
for the mule trains and transports that were to bring up the supplies.
Along the Lens-Arras road men were clearing away fallen trees that had
been struck by the shells and lay across the road. Owing to the high
elevation of the ground our men could work both night and day without
being observed.
The evening of the 12th we received orders to move forward and dig a
trench at a given map location some 1500 yards from where we were. I
was ordered to have my platoon dig in at a certain distance in front
of a high railway embankment. I carefully took my compass bearing
and, after each platoon had been carefully inspected by the platoon
commanders, we moved off in single file, marching at ease. We crossed
the Lens-Arras road, until we arrived and halted a short distance in
front of what was left of the little village of Thelus.
This little village was now a mass of ruins. Our whole brigade
assembled there. At nine o'clock platoons started to move off
consecutively, and when our turn arrived we proceeded towards the
crest of the Ridge and passed over some of the late German trenches.
As we descended beneath the crest I noticed near me a thick concrete
German heavy gun emplacement. This gun and several others on the same
alignment had been captured by us and we were now using them against
the enemy. Our progress was extremely slow owing to the fact that on
the steep slope of the ridge was a dense growth of brushwood and shell
shattered trees. It would have been much easier for us to move along
the Lens-Arras road which for a distance ran almost parallel to the
route we were taking, but as this was under constant shell fire from
the Huns it was considered advisable to take a more difficult but safer
way.
When we reached the bottom of the slope we came to a series of German
trenches recently evacuated by them. On my right we passed close to
what I took to be the ruins of a windmill. Then we came to a high
railroad embankment and, passing under a bridge, found ourselves in
open country.
The Germans during this period were sending up their star shells
in abundance, the outline of the trenches was plainly to be seen,
searchlights were busy searching the sky for our aeroplanes, which
they thought might be passing over the lines in a bombing raid.
Word was now passed along to me that our line was broken. I therefore
had to halt to allow those in the rear to catch up. I had set my
luminous prismatic compass and began to march on my bearing which I
eventually reached. Each man was allotted his task, which consisted of
digging an amount of trench equal to the length of his outstretched
arms.
Owing to the difficult nature of the ground we had to march over, we
lost a great deal of time. As it was within one hour of daylight, we
had no time to lose to get under the necessary cover for protection
from the fire of the enemy. Some of the boys had brought with them
German shovels which they had obtained in the Berliner House dugout.
This was an improvement on the entrenching tool that every man is
supplied with. The latter, being very much smaller, is not as effective
as a shovel but is much easier to carry. It did not require much
persuasion on my part to impress on the minds of the boys the urgency
of digging in and getting under cover before daylight.
In my platoon I had a big husky French-Canadian who was an excellent
soldier. Since officers do not carry entrenching tools I asked him
to dig a place for me alongside of him. The infantry Tommy as a rule
likes to take his time providing he is safe, whilst on a working party,
from the enemy's fire, but when he realises the seriousness of the
situation he can develop a remarkable amount of speed and energy. My
boys did not lack pep, speed or energy and they began to work with grim
determination. I handed over my platoon to the platoon sergeant for a
few minutes to see if the platoons on my right and left flanks were all
right, so that we would be able to connect up our trenches during the
day when we would be under cover.
When I got back to my platoon I keenly supervised the boys at their
work, paying particular attention to the private who was digging a
place for himself and me. During this time I had two men wounded by
shrapnel. After having their wounds attended to they were carried out
on a stretcher to the regimental aid post. Although their wounds must
have been painful they were carried out smiling and in good spirits.
We were now under cover, so I issued the boys their tot of rum and
posted my sentries who, through their periscopes, were to watch for any
movement on the part of the enemy.
About 8.00 A.M. we heard the sharp report of our anti-aircraft guns and
observed the white puffs of smoke that the shell emitted as it burst
around the German aeroplanes high up in the sky. All at once we noticed
aeroplanes manuvring in the air and observed a quick diving motion from
one of them which had opened fire on the one underneath, as the latter
plane fell to the ground in a mass of flames. Afterwards the victor
flew back over our lines, so we knew that another Hun aviator had
fallen a victim to one of our R.F.C. men.
At midnight our field guns were brought forward and began to fire from
behind the railway embankment at the Hun trenches. It was not long
before the Huns started to retaliate with gas shells. The slight wind
that was blowing in our direction soon brought the vile fumes towards
us. Without a moment's delay every one put on his gas helmet or small
box respirator. We were then safe from the deadly gas fumes, but an
occasional German shrapnel shell would burst over our heads. The Huns'
artillery fire was principally directed against our artillery, but they
could not locate them.
We were now expecting the Germans to make an attack and were all in
readiness to receive them. About 5.30 A.M., after being under the gas
shell bombardment for about five hours, the air gradually got clearer
and each platoon officer cautiously removed his gas mask to test the
air. After finding it safe, they gave orders to the men to take their
gas masks off.
On April 14th the Huns had found out by their aerial service the
position of our trenches, so in the afternoon they started to bracket
fire our trench. That is to say, as they did not know the exact range,
they observed by aeroplanes or observation balloons the effect of
shells which their artillery had dropped first in front of our trench
and then in the rear. Gradually working inwards, they located the
trench. It certainly was an unpleasant feeling as these searching
shells commenced to come nearer and nearer.
A private who had been sent up with a ration party the previous night
to take the place of a man who had been wounded, was in the line for
the first time. He got very excited when the Huns started to bracket
fire our trench and kept running up and down from one end of the trench
to the other until he was tired out. Finally he decided he would not
run any more and sat down to smoke a pipe. By this time the Germans
had succeeded in getting the correct range of our trench. They sent
over a shell which blew the poor fellow to pieces.
Our S.O.S. signal had been sent back and the forward observation
officer was now alive to the situation. It was not long before we heard
the sweet music in our ears of the swish, swish of our artillery as the
shells passed over our heads on their errand to the German batteries,
which they soon located and silenced.
The night of the 14th we were relieved and retired to a series of
dugouts situated just beneath the railway track. These dugouts had
formerly been occupied by the Huns when they had held the ridge. The
idea was that if the Germans should counterattack we would immediately
get over the top of the railway embankment and make it our line of
resistance.
The dugout occupied by our company officers had evidently been a German
battalion headquarters, as it was fitted up with comfortable bunks
and had in the rear a beautiful kitchen garden in which all kinds of
vegetables were growing at one time. It was quite evident the Germans
had been living very luxuriously. About 6:30 the next evening, while we
officers were having our supper, a shell landed suddenly on the top of
the railway embankment. We thought that the Germans intended shelling
this point.
As we hastily rushed through the doorway into the open, each officer
blowing his whistle for the men to come out of the various dugouts
along the railway embankment, I noticed that a working party from the
22nd French Canadian Battalion instead of going under the bridge had
passed over the embankment. The Germans had directed their fire upon
this party, inflicting several casualties. They then started to shell
along the embankment, killing two brigade machine gun company men in
the next dugout to ours.
Later on I saw all my men located in the various shell holes. I then
took up my position alongside of my batman and stretcher bearer,
remaining with them until 3.00 in the morning. We were now so used to
the periodical shelling that we did not pay any attention to it. We all
felt like sleeping although it was exceedingly cold and rainy. Three
of us huddled close to one another for warmth, the stretcher bearer
lying next to me. He proved a most uncomfortable companion as he was
continually trying to rub his back against the stretcher. I had my
suspicions that I would soon be hunting something other than Huns.