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Chapter 6 BACK OF THE LINE

Word Count: 1263    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

h lasted four days, and then we

ugh we were cold and wet, and every bone in our bodies ached. It m

try man rides is when he is wounded and is bound for the base or Blighty. These limbers carried our reserve ammunition and rations. Our march to rest billets was thoroughly enjoyed

and 119. Billet 117 was an old stable which had previously been occupied by cows. About four feet in front of the entrance was a huge manure pile, and the odor from it was anything but pleasant. Using my flashlight I stumbled th

simply means that in case of an attack, this billet will accommodate fifty

r this that I was on

t asleep, even my friends the

fire, carry water from an old well, and fry the bacon. Lids of dixies are used to cook the bacon in. After breakfast was cooked, I carried a dixie of hot tea and the lid full of bacon to our section, and told the C

ore. Then I had the pleasure of seeing them dig into the bacon with their dirty fingers. The allowance was one slice per man. The late ones received very small slices. As each Tommy got his share, he immediately disappeared into the bill

om, because at 8.45 A.M., they had to fall in for inspection and parade, and woe betide the man who was unshaven, or had mud on his

his time we had two ten-minute breaks for rest, and no sooner the word, "Pull

ife Rays" comes along. Then the older Tommies immediately get busy on the recruits, and trade these for Woodbines or Goldflakes. A recruit only has to be stuck once in this manner, and then he ceases to be a recruit. There is a reason

ide of a Tommy who has been hit, the following conversation usually takes place-Stretche

e. Dinner consisted of stew made from fresh beef, a couple of spuds, bully beef, Maconochie rations and water,

his dixie four or five double handfuls of mud. Then he poured in some water, and with his hands scoured the dixie inside and out. I thought he was taking an awful risk. Supposing the cook should have seen him! After half an hour of

d up my only remaining shirt in the attempt. With a look of disdain,

busy with the mud, and soon my

got back just in time to issue our third meal, which consisted of hot tea, I rinsed out my dixie and returned it to the cookhouse, and went back to the bille

rnin' tea? Do you think I'm a'goin' to? Well, I'm not," and he left. I filled the

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“Excerpt: ...of the trench. One dead German was lying on his back, with a rifle sticking straight up in the air, the bayonet of which was buried to the hilt in his chest. Across his feet lay a dead English soldier with a bullet hole in his forehead. This Tommy must have been killed just as he ran his bayonet through the German. Rifles and equipment were scattered about, and occasionally a steel helmet could be seen sticking out of the mud. At one point, just in the entrance to a communication trench, was a stretcher. On this stretcher a German was lying with a white bandage around his knee, near to him lay one of the stretcher-bearers, the red cross on his arm covered with mud and his helmet filled with blood and brains. Close by, sitting up against the wall of the trench, with head resting on his chest, was the other stretcher-bearer. He seemed to be alive, the posture was so natural and easy, but when I got closer, I could see a large, jagged hole in, his temple. The three must have been killed by the same shell-burst. The dugouts were all smashed in and knocked about, big square-cut timbers splintered into bits, walls caved in, and entrances choked. Tommy, after taking a trench, learns to his sorrow, that the hardest part of the work is to hold it. In our case this proved to be so. The German artillery and machine guns had us taped (ranged) for fair; it was worth your life to expose yourself an instant. Don't think for a minute that the Germans were the only sufferers, we were clicking casualties so fast that you needed an adding machine to keep track of them. Did you ever see one of the steam shovels at work on the Panama Canal, well, it would look like a hen scratching alongside of a Tommy "digging in" while under fire, you couldn't see daylight through the clouds of dirt from his shovel. After losing three out of six men of our crew, we managed to set up our machine gun. One of the legs of the tripod was resting on the chest of a half-buried body. When...”
1 Chapter 1 FROM MUFTI TO KHAKI2 Chapter 2 BLIGHTY TO REST BILLETS3 Chapter 3 I GO TO CHURCH4 Chapter 4 INTO THE TRENCH 5 Chapter 5 MUD, RATS, AND SHELLS6 Chapter 6 BACK OF THE LINE 7 Chapter 7 RATIONS8 Chapter 8 THE LITTLE WOODEN CROSS9 Chapter 9 SUICIDE ANNEX10 Chapter 10 THE DAY'S WORK 11 Chapter 11 OVER THE TOP12 Chapter 12 BOMBING13 Chapter 13 MY FIRST OFFICIAL BATH14 Chapter 14 PICKS AND SHOVELS15 Chapter 15 LISTENING POST16 Chapter 16 BATTERY D 23817 Chapter 17 OUT IN FRONT18 Chapter 18 STAGED UNDER FIRE19 Chapter 19 ON HIS OWN20 Chapter 20 CHATS WITH FRITZ 21 Chapter 21 ABOUT TURN22 Chapter 22 PUNISHMENTS AND MACHINE-GUN STUNTS23 Chapter 23 GAS ATTACKS AND SPIES24 Chapter 24 THE FIRING SQUAD25 Chapter 25 PREPARING FOR THE BIG PUSH26 Chapter 26 ALL QUIET ( ) ON THE WESTERN FRONT27 Chapter 27 BLIGHTY