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Private W Fuller

You have heard of British victories,
And no doubt you have read,
How many of our brave comrades
Lie numbered with the dead.
To add to these great victories,
This one I’m going to tell
How us lads of the 7th Suffolks
Pulled through a living hell.

Many of our brave lads lie sleeping,
Still a few remain
To tell of this brave battle,
From ……. Up to ………,
It’s not of air raids on London,
Or any other town,
But the battle the 7th Suffolks won,
Near the Hohenzollen Redoubt.

It was on the ……
We lined up to attack
And not a man amongst us,
Would have thought of turning back.
At twelve o’clock that morning,
Our hearts were beating fast
As we stood firm with our bayonets fixed,
Waiting to carry out our task.

Twas opened by our artillery,
With many numerous guns,
Set to destroy the trenches.
Held by the German Huns,
After two hours stiff bombardment,
An order came soft and low,
To charge the line of trenches,
Held by the German foe.

Midst sounds of battle raging,
And the flash of bursting shell,
How we managed to advance,
I really cannot tell:
But when we reached their trenches,
The Germans turned and fled,
Leaving all behind them,
Their dying and the dead.

Several hours the brutes bombarded,
But we all of us confess,
That each and every one of us,
Hung on and did our best
There were other regiments in it,
Each man was proud we know,
To add such laurels to our flag,
We still and will uphold.

The Suffolks took the centre,
The ……. took the right,
The … was on our left
And held their own all right :
But there is one more regiment,
I have not mentioned yet,
The gallant 9th Essex,
That’s the name they get.

Private A Davies, Northamptonshire Regiment

Dear Brother and Sister – Just a line to let you know that I have arrived in Hospital in Aberdeen, but don’t know how long I shall be here. I have been wounded in my left hand, and the bullet passing through the bottom of the thumb and coming out just below my finger. I don’t know if I shall be able to use it anymore after it has healed, but it is very painful and swollen at present. I think I am very lucky being alive. I was in the big charge on Sat, Sep 25th (in the morning), and you can bet that we gave the Germans a great surprise. We used everything we possibly could against them. As I belong to the bombing section I had to carry bombs in a Bandolier in the front of me, and it is owing to this that I am alive as a bullet struck one of the bombs and glided off. We had to charge a distance of 700 yards, in short rushes. After doing about 500 yards we had just got to make another rush when a shower of bullets came along and I received my wound. There was a lot of prisoners taken and they looked as if they were fairly done up. I know that they hadn’t had any rest for some days as our artillery had kept them awake, especially the day before the attack, they poured shells into the German trench, and the noise of the guns was just like one long roll of thunder, lasting all day long. I think we will now close as I don’t feel up to the mark to write any more. Hoping to hear from you soon.

Corporal G Bult, 1st 5th Bedfordshire Regiment

I am in good health at present, we have had some very hot times. The first Sunday we landed we had a big charge and gained a lot of ground, and got a very proud name which I hope we will keep. I am very sorry Col Butler has finished with us. We have lost a lot of officers and men. We keep gaining ground every night. It is very hot in the day and cold at night. I often think there are some more young fellows in St Neots who could come and do their bit over here. We were on the water just over a fortnight. We stopped at Malta and Alexandria. I was bad the first two days, but soon got used to the water, just the same as we get used to the bullets and the shells flying about. A few of our fellows got wounded but I don’t think there were many killed. I am in the trenches 24 hrs and out for the same time. We only get a quart of water to last us all day, so we don’t get much to do our cooking with. We get no bread at all out here, it is all biscuits, but we shall have to make up for that when we get to England. I have not seen a house since I landed, it is all rocks and hills. I have not had a wash for nine or ten days, so you can guess how I feel. I hope you have got plenty of work on the go. I shall know how to rough it when I get back to England, as I hope I shall. The worst thing in the day time is the flies, you cannot rest for them. Some kind person has sent us some nets to put right over our faces which we find very useful. There are lots of aeroplanes flying about. We cannot get hold of cigarettes, and the only pleasure we get is smoking.

Private Walter Gale, Army Cyclist

I am about three miles behind the firing line and am not doing much just at present, but I don’t let us rest many days together. We are having some splendid weather here, and the country looks lovely, the people are busy getting the harvest in and gathering the fruit. One could hardly believe there was a terrible war on near, except for the roaring of the guns everything seems quite peaceful. I wrote to thank you very much for the books you sent me, I received the last ones before I left Le Harve.

Trooper J Perry, Bedfordshire Yeomanry

We have had some lovely warm weather out here lately, and the farmers have got all the corn up all but a few beans, which are all ready to get up. They have also pulled a lot of the ground up for next year, but it is not like it is at home. It is only ploughed up a few inches and most of it is cultivated with a scuffle, such as is used in England on rough land. Everything out here is done the old fashioned style like you see in books, carts are drawn by chains, and are on three wheels and mules are used a lot. They have no shafts on the old farm carts or wagons. The light traps have nearly always a hood, and they nearly always have them up, but they are high on the wheels and built strong. One sees very few civilian cars knocking abut in this part although people would think there was no war on. People go about, taking no notice of anything. Women do most of the farm work, also carting and stacking. In some parts the soldiers have helped.

Private G Sawford, Royal Army Medical Corps., 21 Casualty Clearing Station

I am pleased to say I am quite well, and we are very busy with the wounded now. We are close to the line, and on Friday last had the pleasure of seeing a German airman brought down by two French airman. The guns are on the go night and day, and the noise at times is awful. I have also met Pte. Watson in our Unit from Little Stukeley. We have our hospital in an old mill partly, and part under canvas. Some very fine doctors with us too. Living is very good too, considering we are so far up country.

Private William Watts, 5th Bedfordshire Regiment

We had a pretty fierce fight on Sunday, in fact I did not expect to some out alive, but I escaped it pretty well. I got a bullet through my left foot, and I left here on Sunday. We were put on a hospital ship and are now lying on an island for a time. I do not know how many there are of us left, when I was with them they were falling like ninepins. No mistake they are some good fighting chaps, they have made their name already. We were not sent out to take a hill and in less than four hours we had go it. If they can keep it I think it will soon be all over here, thank God for it.

Private J. Clough, Royal Army Medical Corps.

Private Clough, who used to drive Messrs, Hinsbys’ motor ‘bus, and now drives a Motor Ambulance at the Front, writes as follows I am very sorry to keep you waiting for a letter but we have been so unsettled this last week that I could not find time to drop a line, Since Saturday I have not taken my boots off until last night. You will be surprised to hear that we have shifted
again, a little bit nearer the firing line this time and had the experience of being under shell fire for the first time yesterday. The Germans were shelling all round the hospital at the rear of the lines, so we were sent up to remove the wounded. It is very exciting to hear the shells bursting over your head, I tell you it makes you feel bad for the time but you soon get used to it. You see the other chaps go up and down the road not taking the slightest notice. One would wonder how it is, but it’s like everything else, you get used to it. I was on guard on Sunday night and the cannon was terrible. They started about 12 30 in the morning and lasted right up to last night without hardly a break and they have just started again. The
German aeroplanes have been flying all day over our lines and the shots that are wasted trying to hit them is surprising, but still they come. They don’t take the slightest notice. Now about myself. I am still keeping all right, nothing to grumble at, and I get on just as well as I did before. I have been very fortunate up to now. I have met three more fellows that I know, Harry Stanford from St. Neots and two of the Bedford bus drivers. They stopped in the same town where we were for two days. They belong to the 6th Beds. and went
off to the firing lines yesterday morning. Now I cannot tell you any more news. I am expected to be called out any minute. Remember me to every- body and say that I am quite well up to the present. God bless you all and trust he will keep me safe for your and the children’s sake.

Private Walter Gale, Army Cyclist

I am getting on much better and feel much better in myself. I think I must have got some gas as I was so sick when I got down here and could eat nothing for four days. The Germans are using it in their shells. I was Brigade orderly and had been up to the trenches twice before I was hit. Of course I was wearing a pack over my mouth, but it was only one that I had made myself. The Brigade Headquarters was only about 150 yards from the trenches, it being what was left of an old farm house. The Germans must have known it was being used for something for they were shelling it the whole of the time and it was there that I received my souvenir. Well I was very lucky, for from the size of the piece of shell, it was high explosive, it looks as if it must have killed me. I have got the piece and will try and send it home, as I am not expecting to get home now. My wound is going on all right. Well, I don’t see how anyone would have know before you at home that U was wounded, as I was hit on Sunday the 9th, and wrote you first. There was a small parcel for me yesterday and the Corporal brought the mails up and left it in his hut, but someone had more right to it than I, so he pinched it, and I don’t know who it was from. Parcels with money should be registered. It is a great mistake to write “Cigarettes” or “Chocolate” on a parcel as they are often taken out when they reach this end. I don’t know what became of the other parcel you sent. We are in huts here, four in each hut, they are very nice too. Please remember me to all friends at home.

A Tidman, Royal Navy

The sinking of the Lusitania was a foul murder, but of course we’ll make amends when we see those Germans, we are just itching for a rub at them. We lost eight men whilst covering the landing of the troops, but the troops have progressed all right. I shall never forget the night the Goliath went down, I had the middle watch, but it was sad to see the men struggling for their lives in the water, and all the ships showing their searchlights on the men in the water. You can’t picture it at home. We did our best to save a lot of them, I think we had about 100 survivors on our ship and 3 dead, the latter we buried at sea – a sailor’s grave. We were not far from her. We have been in the thick of it just lately, but still the old ship is as sound as a bell. The Germans are not men, the Turk is a gentleman to the German. I am safe as houses. I am as brown as a berry. It is lovely to have a swim not far from where the guns are firing. Don’t worry about me.