Tuesday, 09 August 2022

Letter from the Front Line

HERE is a letter written the western front in the First World War by Sgt William Green, of the 1st/8th

HERE is a letter written the western front in the First World War by Sgt William Green, of the 1st/8th battalion Sherwood Foresters to his parents. It was given to the Henley Standard to reproduce by his son John Green, 79, from Maidensgrove, who is chairman of the Henley and Peppard branch of the Royal British Legion. Mr Green says: “What a contrast to the way most of us have been able to enjoy Christmas 100 years later in the security, warmth and comfort of our home far away from ‘Flanders fields’.” Unfortunately, the final part of the letter is missing.

“In France. Dec 27th, 1915

Dear Dad and Mother,

Many thanks indeed for most welcome and cheering letter which I received quite safely on Christmas Day.

I am writing to you from a cottage about 9km from the place where I spent my Christmas. We moved yesterday (Sunday, 26 Dec), today we are having a holiday, but unfortunately for those who are going to play football it is raining hard.

I sincerely hope you all had as happy and merry Christmas as possible and I know quite well you would be thinking of me and at the same time wondering what sort of a time I should be having.

Well, under the circumstances I had quite a good time and I thought deeply of you all at different times of the day. Parades were, as usual, the day before Christmas, but as soon as they were over we set to work scheming and preparing to make our Xmas a good one.

In my last letter I think I gave a description of my billet and its occupants, namely NCOs of my platoon and one or two details. The details were A Cookson pioneer, Y Wightman armourers’ assistant, W Robinson platoon officers’ servant and two batmen. In all there were 13 of us.

As usual at Xmas time, our first thoughts were given to the menu of dinner. There was to be an issue of pudding in addition to skilly so we decided to club up and by [sic] some fowls. None of us were very flush worse luck but we raised sufficient money to buy three good fowls at four francs and half each. By the way, the price of the poorest fowls in the neighbouring town was seven francs so I think we did very well.

It would be about seven o’clock on Christmas Eve when we set out to purchase. We tried one or two places without success until we began to think that buying fowls was going to involve a route march and, by the way, it was raining very hard.

We decided to go to the next farm in sight and try our luck and, to use an army expression, we ‘clicked’.

The little band accompanied the farmer with a storm lantern to the hen roost to carry out the dirty work. We returned to our billet and killed and plucked them, hung them up on a beam and left the dressing till morning.

I have come to the conclusion that if I go on telling you everything we did in detail I shall use all this small writing pad so I shall have to be more brief.

The rest of Christmas Eve I spent reading Alton Locke by Charles Kingsley. The majority of the boys were quite orderly considering.

Christmas morn I attended Holy Communion, held in the Batt. Orderly room.

The true circumstances of Christ’s birth was impressed on my mind more strongly than ever before. I slept in a stable with that familiar smell of horses and cows, what a contrast from last year and the year before.

Yesterday I picked up a Strand magazine with the life story of Edmund Payne in it. I sat for a moment thinking of the grand time you and I spent on Boxing Day 1913.

It’s a funny thing, but while I was on the march yesterday morning the events of the same day two years ago recurred quite naturally.

I think the thing which impressed me most on that, my first, visit to London, was the grandeur of Westminster, or rather the little bit of interior which I saw, namely Poets’ Corner. You’ll remember it quite well, the choir was singing Gloria in Excelsis.

My word what a glorious future if only I am allowed to return with health and faculties all intact it will be all the reward I desire.

After all, the glory of Westminster or a sunset is as nothing compared with the Love which binds son to Father and Mother and vice-versa also to one’s affinity.

It is facts like these which make me happy in any circumstances. No doubt it will be some time before I see you all face to face again but you will all be ever present in my thoughts to cheer and spur me on in this state of life which it has pleased God to call me.

I am convinced that our sun will shine as assuredly as spring will follow winter.

Well, to return to where I left off with regard to Xmas, we got the fowls cooked at a cottage and had a jolly good dinner between us. We had plenty of cake, smokes etc. Our platoon officer provided tin fruit for tea so we didn’t do so bad considering.

In the afternoon I went for a short walk for [censored] exercise and spent the remainder of the afternoon and evening reading Alton Locke.

At night we had a ‘pow-wow’ or ‘rough house’. The boys returned to the billet “canned to the wide”, excuse slang, except for one or two cases they were all out for blood and in best fighting spirits. It’s a funny thing but drink always makes our chaps full of fight.

I had the pleasant duty as senior NCO to soften them a bit and get them down to kip. I had many blows aimed at me but they didn’t get right there of course. I only made use of my wrestling abilities. It’s a good job for them I didn’t make use of my boxing abilities also.

As it was, next morning there were black eyes and swollen lips but I wasn’t responsible for them. Perhaps you know there is no crime in the army on Christmas Day or else there would be a good many lodgers in the guard room.

While I remember will you please send me a sleeping bag made of flannelette or some other suitable material? I don’t require it for warmth but for cleanliness.

Of course in this climate keeping warm is an important thing so we have to sleep practically dressed, which encourages filth and disease. Disease is largely spread in the army by blankets, especially in the tropics, so you see the idea of the sleeping bag is to keep my skin from coming into direct contact with blankets etc, which as a rule are full of dirt owing to the way they are thrown about.

You need not send me any more trade journals but please send me MacFadden [Bernard MacFadden was a well known physical culturist].

I received a nice Xmas card from Mable, Mr and Mrs Clark, also Ralph etc. Oh! By the way the doctor has been round for a return of uninnoculated and unvaccinated men, my theories on the subject hold good.

At present I am in the pink and as enthusiastic on physical culture as ever. Tell Claude to stick at it.

It seems ages since I had hold of a spanner or the handle of a lathe and yet I think I shan’t be left far behind. Tell Lottie I will write again first chance I get, help her to keep smiling until the boys come home.

There are still heaps of things I should like to say but time will not allow at present. At present I am acting Coy orderly Sgt for Billy Markham who is Batt. O Sgt today. It is….”

“Dearest Mother,

I am writing this in the trenches in my ‘dug out’ — with a wood fire going and plenty of straw, it is rather cosy, although it is freezing hard and real Christmas weather.

I think I have seen today one of the most extraordinary sights that anyone has ever seen. About 10 o’clock this morning I was peeping over the parapet when I saw a German, waving his arms, and presently two of them got out of their trench and came towards ours.

We were just going to fire on them when we saw they had no rifles, so one of our men went to meet them and in about two minutes the ground between the two lines of trenches was swarming with men and officers of both sides, shaking hands and wishing each other a happy Christmas.

This continued for about half an hour when most of the men were ordered back to the trenches. For the rest of the day nobody has fired a shot and the men have been wandering about at will on the top of the parapet and carrying straw and firewood about in the open — we have also had joint burial parties with a service for some dead, some German and some ours, who were lying out between the lines.

We had another parley with the Germans in the middle. We exchanged cigarettes and autographs and some more people took photos.

I don’t know how long it will go on for — I believe it was supposed to stop yesterday, but we can hear no firing going on along the front today except a little distant shelling.

We are, at any rate, having another truce on New Year’s Day, as the Germans want to see how the photos come out! The Germans in this part of the line are sportsmen if they are nothing else.”

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