A few Notes on my Career as a Soldier

Chapter 9  Final Leave and return to New Zealand

By Horace William (Bill) James

Bill James 1918

February 19^th I started out on leave, 14 days.  They had us out of bed at 5.30-am for breakfast, started handing out passes.  I had the luck to wait until 9.30-am for mine, and then had to chase around three different A.R’s and argue the point over it.  However, I started off with Jim Flynn on a little trip to Ireland.  Got the train up to Chester.  First change we had a bit of a wait at Crewe and then went onto Hollyhead.  At 2-pm we got on board our ship (Duchess of Devonshire) and were landed at Kingstown where we were greeted with some tea and eatables and then had a short run up to Dublin where we had tea and a good stroll round the town and landed home a bit late. 

20^th February 1919. We caught a train up north at 7.30-am the next morning and had a nice run up to Belfast getting a good look at the country, small holdings etc. and also an Irish Bog.  We booked beds at the club and then went on the ramble once more.  Had a look at some of the houses, or dens, and I don’t think I would care to live in the same.  In the evening Jim went south so I was alone and was very near to coming a gutser with a would-be friend.  But being up a bit early that morning was still awake.  I went to the Opera House where I met Eric Garry and had a bit of a yarn to him.  

21^st February.  I got up a bit late and just in time to join a party going north to the Causeway.  There were eight Canadians and Willie.  We got a train up to Coloraine and then on to Portrush, a nice little town on the coast, very pretty.  Here we were met by two motorcars and driven out to the Giant’s Causeway, 14 miles.  It was a nice run round the coast.  We passed the ruins of an old castle and a real Earl’s home, which was not flash. We pulled up at the hotel where they had dinner waiting for us and a guide ready to show us round the sites.  First we went to see the Cause, which to my mind was nothing startling, 600 yards long with the sea running in.  Plenty of pigeons flying round and I would have liked to have my old gun.  Then we went to see the rocks, which were very fine and interesting, and we had a drink at the Giant’s well and sat in his chains for a wish.  

On returning back to town we had tea and caught the train back to Belfast after a very enjoyable day.  I had just time to collect my gear and catch the boat (The Duke of Connaught).  When on board I camped down below amongst the roughest crowd I ever struck so soon got my brains working and with the aid of a few temptations was put into a nice little cabin with a Middy.  I went to bed and did not know anymore until I was lying alongside the wharf at Fleetwood, doing the trip both ways without wasting any of my reserve rations. 

22^nd February 1919.  I got an early train down to Blackpool.  My first job was to get a bed, was recommended to one home, which was a bit too rough for me and finished up at the Y.M.  I spent all day looking round the place and doing the prom, and went to a dance in the evening with another digger and we had a fair time.  

The next morning we went for a walk together and also looked for somewhere to stay.  Found a private address he had which seemed all right so we booked rooms.  Mrs Lusty was our new landlady and she gave us the biggest Sunday dinner I have had for some time, which had the effect of keeping us indoors for the afternoon.  In the evening we went for a bit of a stroll and landed home early, had supper and went to bed. Had a really good sleep.  

Monday 24^th February.  I got up late, took things very easy with a nice little stroll on the prom.  In the afternoon we went to St. Annes, a very pretty little place with a good beach, baths, garden and beautiful streets.  We got home for tea and in the evening went to the Tower and finished up at a dance.  The next day 25^th we had the usual morning stroll and stayed home talking to Madame in the afternoon.  Went to visit, drive and dance in the evening with the lady help and had a very decent time. 

On the 26^th I decided to move on so spent the morning packing etc., and looking up timetables.  Ma persuaded me to stay for dinner for which she produced a very large steak pudding and tried to make me eat the lot.  I left at 3-pm and got into Liverpool and found a bed at a Yankee Y.M.  Had some tea and went for a stroll, got tired so went to see “Tes Uncle”, not a bad show, had a good gig.  

The next morning, 27^th February, I went for a look round the docks, which are five miles long.  I saw a good number of boats including one leaving for NZ (felt like getting on board).  I met G. Bethel up here.  I was with an Aussie who knew the docks fairly well.  We got on board two boats Alanza and Ara Brie, both fairly large boats, would do me for a trip.  From the docks we went up through the slums, which are rough, and from there through the fire station, a very good plant, as good as London or better.  In the afternoon I went for another stroll round and struck a large hotel Midlands, some size!  At 4.30-pm I left for Manchester.  After getting dug in with a private family I continued my rambles about the streets and met two very nice girls.  I went home and just about got lost on the way, but landed there in the end.  

The 28^th I looked up some brick builders and went and looked them up but was very disappointed when I got there.  In the afternoon I went out to Bellevue Gardens but was not shook on them so went to an aeroplane school and had a look round.  Went to a picture show in the evening and caught a train at 11.45-pm for London.  

1^st March 1919.  Landed in London at 6.30-am and went to the Club, got a bath etc., had breakfast and went to collect my mail.  Got one very crook letter. From there I went and drew some money and then back to the Club to read my mail and had some fairly crook news.  In the afternoon I went out to Hearne Hill to see Mrs Boak who was laid up. I spent an hour out there and had afternoon tea, got a parcel and returned to London.  Went to a panto

mine in the evening, “Babes in the Wood”, very funny, beautiful scenery, landed home, met Jack Taylor.  

Bill's Trench Art

March 2^nd.  I got up fairly late went to church at St Pauls, very fine organ. From there I went across London Bridge and got a train out Crystal Palace, a wonderful building, all glass, very large organ.  Grounds are simply lovely.  I had a good walk round them and also through the building.  From there I caught a bus for Looting and went to see Jacks grave, which had been a bit altered.  After leaving there I came back to London and went for a walk through Hyde Park and along the Serpentine and then up to Trafalgar Square where I had tea and a bit of a spell, was more than tired.  The rest of the evening I 

spent at the club writing.  That night I got a train at 11.45-pm for Coventry where I landed at 3-am on the 3^rd.  No beds being available I spent the rest of the night at the Police Station where I landed a good jug of coffee and had a sleep. 

On the 3^rd of March, I got out to find somewhere to sleep and had a good walk around before being satisfied.  Then I went out to see the Daimler Motor Works, which are a very big firm and I spent a good morning.  In the afternoon I went through the Singer Works, which were also very good but much smaller than the other place, and then I went through a coach factory, fairly large but I saw nothing startling.  That evening I spent in front of the fire and very soon got to bed.  

On the 4^th March, I had a bit of a rest in the morning and after dinner went for a bit of a walk round some of the old parts of the town with an Aussie and went through the old church.  At 4-pm I got a train back to Camp where I landed about eight and found only four of the boys had landed back.  The 5^th I spent in Camp washing, cleaning up etc. and put in for more leave and got it.  I stayed in Camp again that night.  

On the 6^th March 1919, I left in the morning and went to Birmingham.  In the afternoon I went through the B.S.A. Works and was rather disappointed with it, except for the size of the buildings and the smithy shop, which opened my eyes - seventy-five steam hammers.  I did not see the cycle Dept. and was very sorry.  That night I went to have a skate but came a gutser so went for a walk round the streets instead.  

7^th March.  I went to see through the Calthorpe Body shops and saw some good machinery but this place like all the others was just changing over and was in a bit of a mess.  That afternoon I went out to the Austin Motor Works, about six miles out in the country, a nice little trip and a very large firm – 20,000 employees.  There was not much car works going on but plenty of aeroplanes etc.  The smith shop here was also an eye opener but the body shop very poor and nothing doing in the paints.  

On the 8^th it was 11-am by the time I had breakfast so I went for a walk round the town and went to the library.  In the afternoon I wrote some letters and waited to see R. Powell but he never turned up.  I had tea and caught a bus out to Walsall arriving there at 8-pm.  Found a room, pretty rough, had to double bunk, no bon. 

Sun 9^th I got up very late so spent the morning cleaning up.  In the afternoon I went for a walk round the park and in the evening after doing some writing I had some more exercise and found a fresh room.  

On the 10^th March 1919, I first went round to see the firm of Brace and Blythe who showed me over their premises and I went for dinner with Mr Hindle.  In the afternoon I went to the firm of Russel Bros. to see their tube mills with one of the directors.  On returning to the warehouse I was politely told I was to go home for tea with Mr Hindle, which meant a short run into the country per train.  A very flash house but nice people.  Spent a nice evening out there and then came back to town.  

The next morning the 11^th my leave was up so I left for Birmingham.  My friend gave me a letter of introduction to a firm in there, Den makers, which I did not go to see.  In the afternoon I went to see some machinery and got a train for Stafford landing back in Camp about 7pm.  

On the 12^th March, I did some cleaning up etc. and writing and went to the pictures in the evening.  The next few days we spent filling in time and drawing extra clothing and on the Saturday got orders that we were to shift to Sling on Tuesday 15^th.  That morning we were up fairly early and after the usual hanging around got to the station (Breton) about 9am and were soon on the train and away.  We had a fairly dreary trip and landed at our beautiful home about 3.30-pm and got dug in for the night and landed a fairly rough tea.  

There is a very big difference in this Camp to what it was when I was here last as the result of a riot that took place a few days ago. The whole Camp seems to be run by the diggers.  The next day we heard all sorts of rumours about going home but nothing definite turned up so three of us decided to see if we could find out up in London.  

On the 22^nd March, I took seven days leave and made for the big smoke where I intended getting some teeth fixed up.  I landed there about 5-pm and after a bit of a hunt found a bed at the Kiwi Club.  

Thursday 24th we got busy and went to interview some of the Heads with very good results.  I also paid the dentist a call.  That night I went to a dinner with Alex McLeod who was doing his first visit to London.  That afternoon we went for a look round the Docks.  

Wednesday 26^th March.  I got up late and missed breakfast.  We went to Waterloo and after waiting for two hours got a train out to Walton to see Archie Fenton.  There was a bit of a smash on the line, which caused the long wait.  When we arrived there I noticed my friend just getting on the train I had got off.  However, he forfeited the trip to London and spent the afternoon with me.  He went back to the hospital where Archie supplied me with some dinner, which I made a terrible mess of as it was, then about 1.30-pm and no breakfast.  We left there and got back to town, had tea and went to another show.  

Thursday morning I went to see a firm and in the afternoon went round the city with Alex visiting Hyde Park, Wax Works and the Museum.  That night saw “Hello America”.  

Friday 29^th March.  I spent the whole day with the Dentist and in the evening I had a good bath and went to bed early.  Saturday morning I did some business and in the afternoon we went out to see NZ play South Africa.  Not a bad match, diggers had a win 14 – 5.  From there I just managed to catch a train for Sling after a good run from one train to the other.  I landed back in Sling about 8-pm, went to bed and was up again on Sun morning just in time for dinner. 

Sunday afternoon we were told that we were to sail for NZ in the Pakeha and she leaves about the 10^th April and believe me I felt happy.  The next few days we all felt very happy and were looking forward to our trip but it was not long before all our good hopes were dashed to the ground.  We were politely told that we were not going in the Pakeha and I don’t think I was happy this time and felt like giving a certain person who I consider got us put back a little bit of my mind. 

A few more days passed by very slowly and then we were again told we had got a ship, this time the Tofua and she was to go to the South Island.  I refused to believe the rumours.  However, on the 16^th April, we were told that it was definite that we leave on the 18^th so I began to get my gear ready in case we did go.  We had a big evening that night but I was not overexcited, as I could not make myself believe we were actually going.  

At 3.30-am on the 18^th  (Good Friday, 1919) we were roused out, had a large breakfast of kippers and then paraded at Head Quarters.  About 4.30-am we moved off and marched to Bulford Station, got aboard the train and in an hour we had started our trip.  We went up to London and arrived at Tilbury Docks.  There we went out to a tug that took us out to the Tofua, which was anchored out in the stream.  By 12.30-am we were all aboard, and then I made up my mind that I was on my way home.  She very soon pulled up her mud hook and we were actually on our way to good old NZ.  

I stayed up on deck until we got to the mouth of the Thames and then went and fixed myself for the coming sickness.  Being mess orderly I had to get some dinner for the crowd and also tea.  Fortunately, the sea was very calm along the coast so I got through my little job and then went to bed early.  

The next day there was a bit of a roll on and I lost my breakfast but after that felt a lot better but could not manage to eat much for the next three days.  The fourth day out it started to blow and it was not long before our good ship was having a lot of fun with me, hanging over the rail trying to recover the kippers I had at Sling.  All that day I was right down to it.  

The next day was a bit better and although I was not sick I felt very rotten, continued to do so for about five days and was not able to eat much food.  May 1^st shooting season but I did not do any shooting, not even over the side.  We are well into the tropics and in the Caribbean Sea and tonight we had our first view of the old Southern Cross.  

Saturday May 3^rd 1919. We sighted land and about 8-pm we were going into Colon Coaling Station.  After putting alongside there were all sorts of rumours going round about leave, the principal one was that we could not put off until the morning, but that was no good to the diggers and it was not long before there was a bit of an argument on the gangway between a couple of officers and a crowd of diggers with the result that the latter were soon seen climbing onto the wharf in all directions and in half an hour the ship was deserted, myself and two pals amongst the crowd.  We got across a small river in a ferry and drove to the town, about two minutes in a buggy, some ride, we won easy.  

Colon is a gay little city, nearly all blacks, plenty of fruit, which I very soon gave a big bump.  It was about 11-pm so we went for a walk round the town to see the sights - some show, and streets all concrete.  At 1-am we went and had some supper, steak and eggs, have not had so much for donkey’s years.  

We went for another walk and sat on the side of the road eating oranges until 3-am.  Then we went to the Y.M. and lay down on the veranda for a while.  A digger came out and told us we could go inside which we did and got a bit of a sleep in a bunk.  At 5.30-am we went and had a shower and got some breakfast and had a bit of a spell before going down the street.  The rest of the morning was spent in looking round, shopping, and eating fruit, until 11-am when we made back to the ship well laden up with fruit and then we watched the rest of the crew coming on board some needing a good deal of gentle assistance.  

We got clear about 12.00-am and started for the Canal.  Needless to say everyone was very interested. We got through the first three locks into the lake.  There we had to wait to pick up a digger who got a good skin full and refused to come on board and ended up with our skipper and a few officers doing a chase of the hills.  While waiting for them some of the boys had a swim and nearly all hands had a good wash in fresh water.  

The trip through the lake was very interesting and there was some fine scenery.  It was getting near sunset by the time we got to the next lock and here we got a good hearing from the people who gave us a lot of parcels and reading matter.  The third lock was reached just after dark, about 8-pm.  At Balboa a launch brought out a load of fruit for the ship and after getting that on board we set off for the big run to NZ.  

The following morning we could still see land in the distance up until about 10-am and then it disappeared.  On the 19^th May 1919, we passed Bass Rocks, which helped to pass that day a bit quicker.  The time now is beginning to go very slowly and all hands are counting up the days about every hour.  

Wed 28^th May at 2.30-pm we at last sighted dear old NZ.  What Oh! Everyone was up on deck with a big smile in about two minutes.  At 7.30 we dropped anchor in harbour at Port Chalmers.  Needless to say it was a long time before we got to sleep that night what with cleaning up and shaving etc., everyone was kept busy until late.  Then the mail came on board and most of the boys got telegrams but my luck was out as I drew a blank.  Landed some apples and got busy on them, some good too.  Finally got off the ship feeling very thankful to be so close to home once more.  

At 5-am on the 29^th May, 1919, the day started with an argument over football by way of a pastime.  I think it was not long before all hands were getting ready for shore even though we did not start to move until 9.30-am but those hours went by at last and we started up the harbour to Dunedin and after going a short time managed to pile up on a mud bank.  

Our trip on the briny was not a bad one as far as weather goes except for the last four days when we ran into a bit of a storm which shook me up considerable and I had to give up my little bit of food which was very hard as I had a bit of a job to entice myself to swallow any of the stuff we got dished up throughout the voyage.  But enough said about that as I wish to forget it all as soon as possible as I think I have only had one meal during the last five weeks.

Thanks from the King

Finish

A few Notes on my Career as a Soldier

Chapter 8. The March to the Rhine.

By Horace William (Bill) James

This little stint started on the 29^th November 1918. It was a pretty solid little trip but very interesting and I am not sorry it fell to my lot to do it.  The first day we were up at 4-am., had breakfast etc., and were on the road by 7-am., and kept going until about 12-am when we pulled up at Haussy for the night and were put in an old cellar to sleep.  In the afternoon I had a bit of a walk round and had a look at some of the places where a lot of men lost their lives.  There were few civvies here and they had a bad time.

On the 30^th November, we did four hours and finished up at Wagnes La Grand, a fairly small place well smacked up.  Slept in a house, had a fire and were fairly comfortable and also tired.  The next day 1^st December 1918, we got as far as Saint Vaast, only a short march.  Our home this time was an open shed, very airy.  That afternoon I went into Quievy, three km from our town.  This is a fair sized place and very little damaged.  There were still a few shops but everything was a big price 1/3 for one candle.  We stayed in Saint Vaast all the next day so as to have a rest.  I managed to salvage some vegies and beetroot, which were very decent.  One of our boys had the bad luck to get killed with a lorry.

On the 3^rd December, we got on the road again.  The King and Prince passed us just as we were leaving.  We had dinner on the road and pulled up at Maubeuge just before dark after a fairly solid march.  This was a bit knocked about and all the bridges were blown up.  There were a lot of people there and they gave us a good hearing as we came into the town.

New Zealanders salute the King

We slept in an old Chateau and again had a fire going, which was well needed.  The next morning I went into the town and had a look around.  At 12.30-am we got on the road again and at dark pulled up in Jeumont, another good-sized town on the border.  We had a good billet and in the evening I went for a walk around the town.

On the 5^th December, 1918, we had a strike in the morning.  The boys refused to carry their packs, which resulted in a Battalion parade and the boss explaining the position, and finally they decided to carry on and we got on the road once more crossing into Belgium first thing at a town called Erquelinnes, which was well decked with flags etc., and there was a vast contrast to the country we had already passed through.  That night we stopped at Lobbes and had a little cottage to ourselves, so we were set.  After tea I walked four km to Thum, a very decent town with good shops and well lit up with electric light.  Paid four pence for a slice of bread.

The next day we had a spell.  I met Harry Ashton and we went for a buckshee train-ride.  The people here seemed to be in a much better condition, were well-dressed and looking for souvenirs instead of food, which was just as well as our rations were more than light.  One night we had to come at a fruit salad, but I landed a parcel, which eased the situation for that night.

On the 7^th December, we left Lobbes after having small pieces of bacon for breakfast.  We had a fairly good march and stopped at Marchienne.  Got a good posy with some civvies who were very good to us and gave us plenty of buckshee coffee.  In the afternoon went into Charleroi, a very fine town well lit up.  We had a good look around and a good feed of steak and chips and went to a wax works show and got some very good cakes but they were a bit expensive.

The next day we did another big march to Tamines.  From 7am until 11.40 we were not out of a street, each village running into the next, the district being all big coal mines and very thickly populated.  We got a great hearing all along the road. That night I went for a walk round the town, bought a loaf of bread and had a great evening with some Belgium people.  There were 500 people murdered in this village in 1914.

The 9^th December, we got as far as Tanes a very small place and we had a school to live in.  That night I went the 11 km into Namur, a very fine town and we had a good tea after having a very good look around we started for home but missed the train so had to pad the boot which was very hard and needless to say did not want rocking to sleep when we got there.  The next day we had the day off so I went back to Namur and had a look around the forts, river, etc., but made sure of a ride home this time.

On the 11^th December, 1918, we had a short march to Daussoulx and got a good home for the night.  We had a look at some Gestaft sheds here and saw a lot of Fritz planes, including two Folkas. There were 225 machine guns left in these three sheds.  The next day we had a very wet trip to Pontillas, rained all the way.  Got a crook bivy but an old lady allowed us to dry our clothes.  She was very poor and more than pleased when I gave her some white bread.

The next day was also very wet and we went to Antheit, a very small place.  We were put into private houses and had the time of our lives.  The people were very good and got a big fire going, gave us dry socks and clogs.  Madame then dried all our clothes and even washed our boots and socks.  That night she got some mattresses, sheets and quilts and made a real good bed for us and I hardly liked to get into it considering I had not had a decent wash for a fortnight and was more than chatty.  

The next day we went on to the bank of the Meuse and had a good bath and got some clean clothes.  That night we had a lot of fun even though the conversation was not the sweetest.  The next day they took me out shooting.  I had four men acting as dogs but my luck was out and we came home with an empty bag.  We had another good evening.  Madame cooked a good supper and also put on a lot of baked potatoes and salad for dinner.

On the 16^th December, I went into Huy and had a look around and the rest of the day I spent making some souvenirs for Madame who cooked us a good dish of potatoes and cabbage for dinner.  We had another great evening and were again given a big supper, which was the end of three very decent days spell. On the 17^th we left this village.  All hands were out bright and early to see us off and poor old Madame shed a tear when we left.

That night we stopped at Jemeppe and my feet were dead sore and blistered, the result of a new set of boots.  That evening I went into Liege, which is the best place I have seen so far, a real upto date city wth very fine buildings.  I should like to have seen a bit more of it.  Prices here were very high, a small apple tart cost me 1/25d.  The people we stayed with were very cool to us and did not seem at all pleased to see us.  

The next day we had a big march to Fagnes and my feet were more than crook.  Got pretty wet and was also a cold day.  Landed a hay loft that night and as soon as we got tea, got down to sleep.  The next day we got to Verviers, another very fine city.  After tea we went down the street for a look around but my feet were a bit too sore, as we had done 14 miles that day, so soon got on the way for my bunk.  The people gave us a great reception in this town.  The streets were packed as we marched through and we got plenty of (Alley Aussie!).   

The next morning I went down the street again for a while.  At 12 noon we got on the road again and went to Baelen and got into a schoolroom for the night.  Got a fine going – we got no blankets or coats that night and had to get on the road at 3.30-am the next morning so it was a case of lie down and wait. Sleep was out of the question even though I gave it a good go, but at 12.50 decided to shake up the fire again.  At 3.30 we had a slice of bread and then got on the road again. 

After about an hours march struck the German border.  We marched along this for a while and then crossed into Germany at the town of (maybe Aachen, IJ). Here we got a cup of tea and biscuits and got onto the train at 6-am on 21^st December.  Our journey lasted until 12 o’clock when we pulled up at Schernfeld.  Had some more biscuits and chocolate.  At 1.30-pm we started on the road again.  Marched through Cologne, where the people were very interested but there were not many smiling faces and once a bottle dropped in front of us. 

We crossed the Rhine by the boat bridge playing the Regimental March and through Mulheim.  At 7.30-pm we landed at our destination, Leichingen, after doing sixteen miles and needless to say no one was feeling any too happy seeing we had not had a decent feed all day.  When the old tea went round, after the bugle had sounded, a few of the mob expressed their feelings very plainly.  That night we slept in the concert hall of a hotel.  I think I could have slept anywhere and did not get out too early.  The next day we shifted to a schoolroom and spent the day cleaning up, writing letters, etc. 

The Band playing somewhere in Germany

On the 24^th   December, 1918, the town guards were posted up, the people taking a great interest in the proceedings.  On the 25^th we got up at 10-am and went and played for the guards and then waited for dinner.  Cold mutton, plum pudding and tea, and for tea had cold bacon and tea, so we did not overeat ourselves but a lot of the boys got parcels which saved the situation and we had a good go in the cakes.  Boxing day parade as usual.  

On the 28^th we got the day off to go into Cologne.  We got out at the station, went across the famous bridge and into the Cathedral, which is a very fine building (the bell of which was used up for munitions and weighed 27 tons).  We had not been in town very long when I threw-up in a shop and the next I remember was being taken to hospital, where I spent my New Years Day, which passed by the same as any other day except that I went to a picture show.  On the 2^nd I left this institution and after spending a few hours in the town set sail for Leichingen.  

January 4^th, 1919, I made a little journey into a town called  Solingen, a fair sized town very famous for its steel works and coalmines, but only having a couple of hours I did not see very much of it.  

25^th January.  Went for a trip to Bonn.  Not a bad place but am not shook on the town. 

We are now just about at the end of this rotten show.  We got orders to be held in readiness to move on the 1^st March.  I refused to believe it thinking it was too good to be true but all the same felt very happy and have been doing some deep thinking the last couple of days and nights.  Today we have packed all our gear and are to leave at twelve tomorrow.  My stay here has not been a very exciting one.  I have spent night after night in my billet feeling very miserable and have developed a good bite and I think I would be fit for the rat house if I had to stay much longer.  But thank heavens we are just about to set now.  But in this outfit a man is never certain until he is on the road, but tomorrow will settle it and I hope it proves to be the day that I have been hoping for ever since I landed here.  

The great day has arrived.  We left Leichingen on the fourth about 1-pm after the usual wait and roll call etc.  The first stage was per motor lorry in as far as Cologne where we had another good wait before getting on the train.  A nice little snowfall just to keep things cool.  By five thirty we were nicely settled into cattle trucks and then moved off.  At 5-am the next morning we arrived at Huy once more and were given breakfast (extra light).  All that day we travelled very slowly and spent the rest of the day standing still.  We passed through Charleroi and reached Mons in the evening when it was snowing good Oh!  Here we got a drink of hot coffee and also some rations (biscuits and bully).  

The morning of the 6^th February 1919, we reached Douai and got some tea cold this time for a change.  We also struck a canteen so got in a store of eatables.  The snow was still coming down and was getting pretty deep.  At midday we reached Arras and had a bit of fun snowballing some Froggies and building a snowman during a halt on the line.  Just outside Arras we passed a cemetery, well smacked up with a few trenches running through it.  That afternoon we passed some big frozen lakes and came through Albert, which was well smacked up.  Just before dark we pulled up for some rations and hot tea.  It had now started to freeze and was extra cold.  During the evening we arrived at Amiens where we had a good long wait.  

The next morning we were just outside Rouen, where we arrived at the station just before dinner and were very glad to get out of that truck.  We were marched to a Y.M. for some food and landed a pretty rough dinner.  After a bit of a spell we set off for Camp five miles away.  The going was pretty heavy on account of the snow but we had a bit of fun with every one who passed us on the road.  In the Camp we were put into tents, got some blankets, had tea and then got to bed.  It was now freezing hard so we double bunked with the beds and eleven blankets failed to keep two of us warm.  In the morning our boots, socks etc. were all frozen so it was like a contest to get them on.  

At 10-am we left the Camp and went over to a bath where we had all our gear put through a louse machine.  

From there we went into the NZ Base Camp for dinner.  Here we got issued with some clothing and in the evening I went into Rouen and went to a theatre after having a bit of a look around and landed home about 11-pm.  

At 3.30-am in the next morning we were pulled out for breakfast.  It was more than cold.  We were next lined up on the parade ground and then started on the road once more.  The march was a very greasy one and I think about half of the boys turned a flip.  We had a good long wait at the station but finally got going at 9-am for Le Harve where we arrived at 2-pm after a fairly good run in the train.  On arrival there we were marched to a rest Camp after the usual wait about.  Here they gave us two meals and then told us we were there for the night.  After settling down I went and found my old pal Len K. and spent the night with him.  

At 8.30-am we left Camp, marched a couple of miles and got on the boat by 11.30-am (The Countess of Devonshire).  Shortly after this she pulled outside the harbour and anchored.  During the early morning we crossed the Channel and then had another wait on the other side after an eight hours run.  

At 12 o’clock on the 11^th we landed once more in Blighty at the port of Weymouth.  Here they gave us a cup of tea and cakes and then got on board the train about 2-pm.  We passed through Bristol, Birmingham and a lot of smaller places and finally pulled up at Brocton and marched out to the Camp.  Got another meal and into bed by 12-pm.  Needless to say was soon asleep and did not get up too early. 

18^th February 1919.  We have now been in this Camp one-week and tomorrow we go on leave.  Since we arrived here we have done nothing except sign papers, clothing stats, etc.  Today we got fitted up with new clothes.  The food here is something exceptional and I have eaten as much for one meal as I would get for a day in France and am already getting fat.  I have met a few old friends including Rollie Taylor, Travis Smith, Barry MacDonald.  I expected to see Archie Fenton but learnt that he has left for NZ.  I went into Stafford one night for a dance with Rollie and had a good time. 

To be continued 

A few Notes on my Career as a Soldier.

Chapter 7.  Some leave taken and then Germany accepts our terms of Amistice.

 

By Horace William (Bill) James

On 10^th August, we shifted back to Marieux once more.  This time the stay lasted a month as the big push was now in full swing and the Battalion was well into it and got well cut up, my old platoon coming out with a strength of 3 men, so I reckon I am lucky, several of my mates being killed.  

I went for a trip up to the dump and had to travel over many miles of the country that had just been captured and was a complete scene of desolation, every village being only a heap of bricks.  I went into Bapaume, which was also the same.  There were a few little puffs about so did not stay long.

German troops in Bapaume

September 10^th, 1918.  We got on the move once more.  Starting the day at 4-am we had breakfast and all the Camp struck and ready to move off by daylight.  We had a march of about three miles to the old railhead where we had a good long wait for the train and spent some of the time in an orchard close by - nice apples. 

It was about 10-am when our train arrived but we were soon on the road and passed close to the old spot where I learned what war was.  We were in the train until four in the afternoon when we found ourselves in Bapaume.  That night pitched Camp just behind the town and was rather glad to get down for a sleep even though we did not have feather beds.

  

The following day was spent in digging in etc., which was always seems to be our luck.   While in this Camp there was nothing to be seen about except rain so I spent most of my time making souvenirs for the boys and getting a few “sometimes” in return.  Our “Bill of Fare” took a decided turn for the worse, no gardens up there.

Four days later we went up as far as Haplincourt to meet the Battalion coming out.  A decent little march, stayed there for the night in an old hut and played the Battalion out to Biefvillers, the following day.  

Old Fritz was over that morning and converted a couple of our balloons into smoke and repeated the dose on two more the same afternoon.  But things were levelled up during the night when I had the pleasure of seeing a Hun plane go up in flames, a great sight and he got a good cheer from the boys for his little performance.

We were living in one of old Fritz’s underground stables and the second night experienced a very severe thunderstorm.  Within a few minutes everyone’s gear was doing the submarine act in about nine inches of water.  My greatest loss was my little bag of rations although everything present, with the exception of my trow and great coat, got wet through so spent the next three hours under a M.M  tent (which was half blown away) waiting for daylight and then went back and started salvaging my goods.

All the next day was spent drying, cleaning up and building a new bivvy.  While here I found Stirl once more, also Harry A. and we spent several evenings together.  I also met my old pal Jack Taylor.

September 28^th, 1918.  The Battalion went into the line again and we shifted back to our old Camp once more.  Most of the boys expect to get leave from here.  Two or three evenings we had a lot of fun getting souvenirs from Fritz prisoners in the compound and on the train up Bapaume.  Got so much doings so I got on the trade stakes once more.  Two days later they took names for leave, mine being on the list and very much to my surprise I was warned to go on the 5^th.  I started right away to get ready but strange to say did not get very excited over it.  

I left Camp on the 2^nd October about 4-pm and had to go up to Iries to the next Camp.  Got a ride all the way.  We arrived there that night and the next day got fitted out with new uniforms etc. Left there about dinner time for the railhead which was close by.  Here we had a good long wait and only got moving by 4-pm.  We were in that train until 10 oclock that night when we arrived back at Achel Le Grand, a total distance of eleven miles, some train.  We were then just a few minutes walk from where we had started.  

The next day we went down to the station at 7.30-am after putting the night in an old broken down shed.  The train was 3 hours late reaching this spot on account of trying a cross-country run where there were no rails but finally we got on the road once more.  We passed through several large places including Arras and Doullens and arrived at Bolongne at 11-pm.  Had some tea and then fell over in the tent and had a sleep in full marching order.  There was a bit of an air raid on so were unable to light up to fix any sort of bed.  The next morning we left this Camp about 9-am for the boat but did not get away for about three hours.  After we did get going I had the pleasure of that familiar old sensation of mine once more.  

Another little wait at Folkestone in the train and then we were on the final lap.  A non-stop run to London where we arrived about 4-pm in the afternoon.  The first thing was a meal, a good clean up and by then it was fairly late so my friend Jim Flynn and I went out to a bit of a show which I did not think too much of.  

Sunday morning , the 20^th October, I got up a bit late and met Charlie Griffin and then went round to the Y.M. and found Allen Eyles, Jack Coulter, and Harry Ashton there.  We had a bit of a yarn and then all went for a trip down Petticoat Lane.  Had lunch down that way and then went out to Hamestead.  Had a look round there and drank some wine down at the old Bull and Bush and also found an ex-Digger out there.  Had a lot of fun that day and went back to Sling with Allen, Jack and lost Harry in the rush.  It was about midnight when we landed there so got some supper and got down on the floor for the rest of the night.  The next morning after cadging a breakfast I went down to find my base kit, which I got onto after a while, so I left the boys and started back for Bulford Station, and got just about wet through getting there.

On arrival at Salibury I found I had just missed a train so had to spend a couple of hours.  Had a bit of a look round the town etc. and arrived up in London about 4-pm.  Had tea, good, changed into my flash clothes and then met Binty Eyles, Dave Brynell and Bill McDowell.  We all went to see “Chin Chin Show”, not a bad show.

Tuesday morning Jim Flynn and I went out to Regents Park through the zoo and came back for dinner.  In the afternoon went to see “The man from Toronto”, very good.  That night we met Cliff Cameron and had a good talk with him and then caught the train for Scotland.  Arrived at Glasgow about 9-am.  Went round to the Club and fixed up a bed and then sent away a couple of parcels and had a walk round the town.

In the afternoon it was raining so we all went to an Opera “Madame Butterfly”, some lovely music.  In the evening went to a vaudeville show.  Wednesday morning I went through Beardmores’s Howitzer Factory, some show and was there to see them forging fifteen inch guns, a nice job.

Met Bert Cleary and had lunch with him at the hotel.  In the afternoon I went through a pipe factory.  In the evening Bert and his pal and I went to a skating rink and had a large time.  Went home with a wee Scottish lass, a nice little girl.

Friday morning. Went with a party out to Port Glasgow to look through the shipyards.  Saw a very fine marine engine and also good wood working machinery.  The proprietor then took us to have dinner with him, some style. Ah what! I had the best meal I have had for a long while.  From there we went further on down the Firth of Clyde, which is a bit like good old Whangarei harbour and is very pretty.

Coming back we went into the Royal Yachting Club, which was nothing flash. That night Bert and I took our skating friends to a show, which was not bad in places.  

Saturday morning we left for Edinburgh after spending a few real good days.  We arrived there about 10-pm and had a bit of trouble to get a bed but were finally lined up in one of the Club’s houses.  After dinner we all went out to see the Forth Bridge, which is some structure.  We also had a good look at some of the fleet.  It is rather a decent little run out there in a motorbus.  I met Bill Cubis that night and we went to a concert.  Sunday morning we all went for a walk round the town and the same in the afternoon.  In the evening, walking the streets for a while, had some supper, and went to bed early for once.

Monday morning I went through the Edinburgh Castle, the Fire Station, and the Palace.  All very fine places.  In the afternoon I went through a newspaper office, The Scotsman, a very fine paper office, which takes eight minutes to publish a paper and have it out on the street.

In the evening I left for Dundee arriving there about seven-am.  I got as far as Newcastle by 1-pm and decided to stay there the night.  I found the Y.M., had some dinner, very rough show, after that I went to have a look round the town and through some gardens which were not bad, but I was far from being in love with the town.  I found the old castle built on the Tyne.  The first stone fort except for England.  In the evening we got the news that Turkey had capitulated so everyone was very excited.  I went to the theatre which was very good.  After it was over caught the train for London, arriving there at 6-am.  I made off to the Club and had a good bath and breakfast.

After that I went out to Hearne Hill to see Mrs Boak and spent a couple of days there.  At 1-pm I landed back in the city again.  Had dinner, went for a walk ending up in another theatre with two Aussies.  In the evening I did some writing and stayed home.

Friday the 18^th October, 1918.  I had an appointment with the Dentist and sat for three hours in his chair.  It was a very heavy fog that morning and I learned what London fog was like.  I went back to the Dentist and spent the afternoon in his chair.  In the evening I went to St James theatre with Eady from Auckland, and after getting back packed my gear ready for the following day.  My leave was over, very hard to bear.  The next morning I lay in bed until the very last minute and finally made a dash for it, got down breakfast, just caught the crowd moving off.  Didn’t have time to either shave or wash.

We got to Folkstone about 10-am and went into the next Camp.  I wrote a couple of letters and sent home a parcel and then got a couple of hours leave so we had a look around the town and had a good dinner and left for the boat.   It was a good trip over and I managed to hold my own. Got to Bologne just after dark and marched up to one blanket hill.  Got some rations and got down to sleep.  

The next morning we left about 7.30-am, marched to the railway, had a good wait there, also some papers, and got on the move about 10 o’clock.  It was a pretty rotten trip and was after 10-pm when we marched Achiet le Grand.  Went into a rest Camp there, which had just been pitched so that night slept in mud and got a good cold.  

The next day, 21^st October, 1918, we left the Camp about 8-am without any rations except tea.  Yours truly managed to get a couple of tins of fish.  At the station we were told that the train was off the line and had to wait until 1.30-pm before we got away.  At eleven o’clock we arrived at Louvencourt after doing a train change act part of the way up the line.  Again all the tents were full and nobody knew where to go.  In looking round someone found the cookhouse.  It got the most of my attention for the next ten minutes.  I was only a little bit hungry!  I found a corner in it and we soon got down to it once more.

The next morning I found some more members of the band just going back so after a good breakfast we were issued with rations and set off on a twenty-five kilo march.  Needless to say that was no use to me so pulled up at the railway line and jumped a goods train going up to the line.  This pulled up for a while at Marais crossing while they fixed up a bridge but finally reached Cambrai about twelve.  Two of us were riding on a truck of hay and got pretty wet as it was raining a bit solid.  In Cambrai we got into a house and boiled the billy and had some dinner and a bit of a spell.  Then got on the road once more and got a bus nearly out to Beauvais where we found the Battalion.

After getting some tea I went round to see Stirl and Harry but found Stirl had been wounded and when I got back found there was a letter waiting for me from him.  I also got some NZ meals and went off to sleep feeling very happy although sorry to be back in this country.  

We stayed in this town until the following Tuesday.  Most of my spare time I spent writing etc., and doing a bit of salvaging etc.  On the Sunday, I went into town with Les Keene to a show.  In the evening on Monday night went to a picture show.

Tuesday 29^th October 1918.  We went up to Salome to the Battalion to play a programme, but on arrival found it was to stay.  We got a posy in a loft of a Chateaux, not too good.  We had a few programmes here.  Old Fritz put over a few shells and cream puffs every night but no damage was done.  All went pretty wide except the night we left the town and then he got one onto the corner of our billet but was just a bit late as we were gone.  During our stay here Turkey signed the armistice and things are looking shaky for old Fritz. 

November 3^rd, 1918.  The battalion went into the line again, the band playing them along the road for a good way.  Then we left them and started back. We had to go to Beauvais that night so set out straight away.  It was very dark and rained fairly solid for most of the way so we got a bit damp.  Felt like pulling off the road but even though the going was not too good, myself and about six others landed back in our old show after three hours fairly solid walk.  We had a good tea and got to bed, my pal having looked after my old bed while we were away.  The next day we heard about Austria throwing in the towel and everyone is feeling a bit happier.

We stayed at this place until the 7^th November and had a fairly easy time and plenty to eat.  From here we marched up to Villereau just beside Le Quesnoy, 25 km,which took seven hours and needless to say were more than tired when we got there.  We were put into another loft of a shed, a pretty crook show, but we were soon down on the floor and sound asleep.  We stayed here for two days.  The boys were out doing a big stint and giving Fritz a good smack up and by the sound of the rumours it will be the last stint.

On the 10^th November 1918, we left here with full packs and marched back to Solomes, arriving there about six-pm.   Got a hot drink and settled down for the night expecting to hear great news the next day.  We were getting ready for the road in the morning when the news came round that Germany had accepted our terms and armistice was to start at 11-am.  Everyone took the news very quietly, there was not even a cheer but every man had a very happy smile on his face.  Shortly afterwards as the Battalion was marching out of the town, the band playing the Regimental March.  Three hours later we pulled up at Beauvais and were put up in the schoolhouse.  A real good home and we had good beds to sleep in and that night we went off to sleep knowing that we would not be troubled with either bombs or shells which was a very strange feeling. 

Our stay here lasted until the?  We had a fairly busy time, plenty of playing and route marches, also parades.  On the 18^th November, we had a Division route march, the column being eight miles long.  We also had a couple of Battalion parades.  There were plenty of rumours going as to when we were to start for home.  We also got the news that we were to go on garrison duty on the Rhine with the result that there was a bit of a riot but it fizzled out without much trouble.  The first snow of the year fell on the 18^th and there has been a fair bit of frost.

On the 27^th November, three of our boys left for NZ, which I hope is the start of the demobilisation scheme.

To be continued.

A few Notes on my Career as a Soldier

Chapter 6  Saved by joining the Regimental Band.

By Horace William (Bill) James

Here we got a good meal and got into some blankets on a stretcher and a real good spell and sleep.  The next five days I stopped here living on good food and did nothing but a bit of writing and was soon all right again.  I met Dr Ward, Hame Clark and Innes Weaver in the hospital, all three being attached to it.

On the 16^th April, 1918, I got pushed out and after being inspected by Dr Ward were sent to the Division HQ and from there to the Battalion dump where I made myself down for the night.  

I met the Band Sargent in the evening and put the hard word on him but did not get much encouragement until later when he met me and said he thought he could get me in temporary to take a sick man’s place.  

The next day I got orders to report to the Band and was not at all pleased over it.  I had a good cleanup etc., and in the afternoon shifted to the Band billet and was given a baritone and was told it would take a while and that evening I got away and had a bit of a blow.  But I was sadly out of form and my lips soon got sore.  My teeth were also broken so the next day I went back to Bertrancourt to see Keane and he soon fixed up my teeth for me and after that I got on a lot better.

Regimental Band

We were in the little town of Acheux for the next couple of days and I thought I was in the sweetest little job on earth; a good bed, good food, not forgetting a few eggs from the farmhouse next door.  The only trouble now is whether I can keep this going.

Mon. 22^nd  April, 1918.  We left Acheux and went to Louvencourt and Camp in a paddock where four of us built a decent little bivvy sods and sacks and then pinched some straw from the farmhouse next door and were fairly comfortable.  The next day we had to leave it and build a fresh one on the other side of the road.  Of course it would not do for an officer and men to be together.  We remained in this spot for a while where we were doing nothing but practice and play programmes.  The solo cornet player (Arthur Turnbull) had been given charge of the Band and is making big improvements in it.  We had one day on fatigue, a light job.  Also had a bit of drill by the R.S.M who is not too flash on it himself, and a real good bite.  I have had a change of instruments and am now on the Tenor.  

6^th May 1918.  We left this Camp and went up to Rossignol Farm to the Battalion, a decent spot on top of a hill with a good few trees about and rock-hard.  We were billeted in the farm church and had a bed to sleep in.  We put on some good music for the boys who were out for eight days spell.  I went into the village close by (Coigneax) but it is just about deserted.  Met Dr Ward and had a chat with him.  Also landed a few eggs at 5 each. One day we had the pleasure of a couple of shells close by but no one hurt.

On the 15^th May, the boys went up to the line and again we went back to our Camp at Louvencourt where we struck a good wash.  The next few days we did nothing but the usual practice and polish, including buttons etc.  The Heads are going a bit panicky lately.  I met Jock Taylor here and we went to spend an evening and met Ben Clark, Crickett and Douby.  Had a bit of a reunion.  Rather late getting home.  I also met Jim Steele who told me the sad news of my old mate Bill Clausen.

On Sat 18^th  May, we went up to play for Div’s HQ in Bus, some show too, a decent Chateau in real good grounds.  Would not mind living there.

20^th May, 1918.  The 2^nd Brigade held their horse show today.  I went over in the afternoon, not very interesting.  The mule race, ridden without either whip or spurs over hurdles was a good item and all hands had a good laugh.

Sat 25^th May, we went back to Rossignol Farm once more and got into our former hotel (the Church).  Nothing much happened until Tuesday when the 1^st Brigade show was held.  The Battalion left Camp and marched about ten km to the grounds.  The first introduction was a few shells on a ridge close by and things looked a bit interesting for a while but old Fritz was good enough to leave us alone for the rest of the day.

Our guard won their event, which was about the only item that interested me, besides the mule race, which was more than funny.  There were some fair jumping events, which brought back old memories to me and I pictured Lew in all his war paint at the old show.

Most of my time I spent looking for old mates and found a good few, amongst them, Harry Ashton and we had a good yarn over Whangarei etc.  Other Whangarei boys were Jim Rough L. Moakes, Dan and Joe Gash, Keane Clark, Alex Jack.  After the show we marched back to the Camp and I was only feeling a little bit tired when at last we climbed the last little hill.

Somewhere in Belgium

On Friday old Fritz put a couple of shells into the Camp.  Luckily the boys were mostly away on field practice and he only got one man who was killed.  The next day the boys went into the line again and we dudes returned to Louvencourt dump and played a programme at Div HQ on the way.  On arrival we found our little home occupied and we were put into a sort of hole, which was about half large enough to hold the four of us so we set to work to make improvements.  After a bit of solid toil we had a nice little hut built out of sand bags, which were given to us (when the owner was not looking).  It was just past twelve when we got to bed that night.  We stopped in this spot for four days doing a bit of drill and plenty of practice for the Band Quick Step, which is to come off in the near future.

Thursday 6^th June,1918.  We shifted over to Authie and had the usual digging in stint.  This time we got well amongst the sand bags so made a good posy.  The next few days were all band drill and practice for the quick step.  None of the heads seemed to know much about the game and there were quite a few arguments as to what was the right and wrong way.  We had a few more shells here but they all went well overhead.  Our Sargent got wounded in the hand while cleaning his rifle, a nice Blighty.

Monday 10^th June, we shifted a few chains into a wood.  This time we landed tents all ready up.  The Battalion came out tonight and stayed for three days and then went back to Camp at Henu and again we landed tents.  We travelled in a motor lorry this time and played at Div HQ in Pas on the way.  

Sunday 16^th. The Div show was held.  The Battalion marched to the grounds again, about 5-km.  We played two programmes during the day.  There were a big crowd of men there and I found quite a few of my old mates.  The rings events were real good this time.  Our Guard proved too good for the rest of the crowd and had a good win again.  All hands were given a buckshee dinner, a big slice of bread and salmon biscuits, a boiled egg and tea, some feed.  A big surprise for the crowd and I think a lot wondered if they would get an entry in their pay books for it.  I guess there will be more than three to a loaf after this lot was the usual remark as each man filed out from their tent.  However, taking things all round it was a real good days outing.

While in this Camp I spent the evening in Pas and was lucky enough to meet Stirl down there and needless to say we both had a lot to talk about.

Friday 21^st June, 1918.  Got NZ mail – one letter only.  We all shifted to Dauchelles and this time we are living in huts quite flash, must be winning.  We are still on the contest stakes and have less than a week to go now.  But we are not marching too badly and I don’t think we will be last.  The next day I landed some mail but there were a few letters missing.

Sunday 23^rd May was the Division Sports.  Again the Battalion attended in all its war paint and we all got another buckshee dinner but not quite as good as last week.  The sports were on a large scale and there were about 10,000 NZ boys present, practically every unit in the Division being represented so it could be well called a Diggers reunion.  I met a lot of old friends, Stirl being the first and we were together for about an hour and then got separated in the crowd and I saw no more of him until we were leaving which will give some idea of the crowd and all being dressed alike did not improve my chances of finding him.  Other boys were Ned May, Lou, Morgan, Bill Cowdell, Two Forsythes, Lance Massey and a few others.  There were some very interesting events and was easily the best day of the lot we have had.   I was a bit sorry when the fall in call went and we were on the road again for home.

Thursday 27^th May, 1918, the Band contest was held.  This time for some reason unknown to the common diggers, the Battalion did not go which caused no small amount of disappointment amongst the crowd.  We were well polished up for the day and most of us had new gear to wear.  We were up bright and early and on our way had the final run over the course.  On arrival at the grounds we had a final polish up.  On drawing for places we came out seventh so were able to watch the first few bands do their turn.  At last we were called and on lining up found one of our men missing and of course everyone’s lip dropped.  However, we went on the ground and got inspected and were just ready to step off when the missing link arrived and caused a bit of a fuss, but we got through the rest of the course in good style until it came to dismiss when one man must have turned to his left and got a bit of a cheer.

As each band came off the course they were taken into a large marque for lunch.  Here we were all seated at large tables decorated with a white cloth, flowers and we had cups and saucers, plates etc., and quite flash I thought.  I was one of the Heads.

After the last band came off we were all amassed and played a march under Capt. Williams, the musical judge, and then he made a few remarks on the music and gave us a fair hearing.

Then the results were read out:

1^st (2^ndCanterbury), 

2nd (2^ndDinks), 

3^rd (2^ndWellington),

4^th (Otago).  

The remainder were not mentioned until the remarks cards came out when we were declared 5th very much to everyone’s satisfaction and for a while they all had a large smile on.

I met Stirl just after dinner and we spent the rest of the day together talking over different people at home etc.  During the afternoon the divisional boxing championships were fought and there were some real good bouts and one knockout.  Amongst the competition was Sgt. Nicklass, the latest N.Z.V.C.  He got the worst of his argument.

There were quite a few Fritz planes over during the afternoon and they evidently must have seen us as he was kind enough to send over a few shells just as the crowd was leaving the ground but he got his range a bit wrong and sent them all over our heads.

Sunday 30^th June, 1918.  We had a visit from Bill and Joe.  They attended our church parade and after the service inspected the ranks and then had a few words of good cheer for the boys and reminded them of the last shilling.  The reception was very mixed and at times a few groans and interjections were going forth, which I don’t think the two little love birds felt any too easy.  

The next day we left that Camp and went back to Marieux and pitched up in a wood, a real good spot.  During the early hours of the morning Fritz dropped a few cream puffs around our Camp and got a few horses and a couple of Tommies.  The next day we had a solid day digging in and in the evening went into the village and had some eggs and chips and went to a picture show, also a bit of a revue a couple of nights later in C Company with Harry Ashton who had just come back from a few days in hospital.

During our stay at this spot I spent an afternoon in Doullens, a fair sized town about 10 km from our Camp.  Got a few little articles and went home well loaded up with parcels etc.  I heard a Yankee Band while I was there, which was nothing flash.   

July 10^th, 1918.  We went to Couin and were put into a billet and a very crook one at that.  The first night I slept under a wagon in a broken down shed but as the fowls used it for a shelter before I did, it was a bit too lively for me.  So I built a little shack for myself under an apple tree in the yard and was very comfortable.  Seeing there were so many fowls about to annoy us I thought I would make use of them. So I built a few nests about the place with some chalk nest eggs.  In the result was I had eggs for the next couple of mornings until the Madame found out my little game and it was aipoo nests.  While up there I got my NZ mail again, which seems to be getting gradually smaller, a bit hard to bear but suppose it can’t be helped.

On the17th July, we left this town and went back to Marieux to our old Camp.  During our spell here we had a fairly good time and plenty of good food, thanks to some of the French gardens close by.  I went down to Pas a couple of times and spent an afternoon with Sterl at his home down there.  Not like the one at Karamea.

August 2^nd, 1918.  We went up to the Battalion at Rossignol Farm.  Met Harry Ashton again, also Jack Taylor and Don Smedley.  Was not feeling too good while up there so led the simple life.  Nothing very startling happened.

(to be continued)