Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

21 July 1915 - With the Irish Guards

Army Post Office: 21 July 1915
"Hoping you and Lucy are quite well..."

"Private Henry won the D.C.M. in continuing to throw bombs though twice wounded (the Irish are gifted at hurling things) till he was at last ordered off the field. The enemy replied with everything except rifle-fire and in the darkness of a rainy night “his machine-guns caused some annoyance,” till, after our artillery had failed to find them, the Battalion trench-mortars silenced them and allowed us to finish digging the new trenches and sap." Kipling

Sunday, July 19, 2015

19 July 1915 - With the Irish Guards

Postmark: Field Post Office 19 July 1915
"Thank you for your ever welcome letter"

The first week of July saw them returned to their own old trenches at Cuinchy—the fifty times fought-over line that ran from the La Bassée Canal to within a hundred yards of the La Bassée–Béthune road." Kipling

Friday, July 17, 2015

17 July 1915 - With the Irish Guards

Postmark: Field Post Office 17 July 1915

"Post card to let you know I got the photo all right.  It is very good... I will write a letter tomorrow.  It is wet here at present"

Father Gwynne, also, came back from his two months’ rheumatism cure, relieving Father Knapp. He was not quite restored and so was forbidden by the C.O., to show himself in the front line for at least ten days. It is to be hoped that he obeyed, but in a battalion where the call for the priest goes out with, or before, the call for stretcher-bearers, neither shepherds nor flock are long separated under any circumstances. They tell the tale of one of their priests who, utterly wearied, dropped for an hour’s sleep in a trench that was being deepened under fire. He was roused by a respectful whisper from the working-party: “We’ve dug to your head an’ your feet, Father, an’ now, if you’ll get up, we’ll dig out under the length of ye.”  Kipling.