Daily Archives: May 12, 2015

12 May 1915

Dranoutre

We are out of the trenches again after a stay of only three days duration. We are moving & are going to take a place just a little higher up the line, very good trenches I believe, if not we will  soon make them so.  These last three days were a trifle exciting at times.  I was with my platoon again & we had a bit of trench to ourselves & a bit of bad luck too.  One rotten bullet knocked out two of my section commanders & one man all at once.  Fortunately none of them at all seriously wounded but still put out of action for the time being.  The next morning I had another man hit in the knee & a fifth in the arm, while we were coming out last night.  The men were very cheerful & behaved splendidly especially during a “mal quart d’heure” when we were somewhat heavily shelled.  No one got touched, but they whizzed quite uncomfortably close over our heads, & one had the effrontery to burst just behind our trench, & cover us with mud.  We also had some rifle grenades over, no casualties.   But perhaps the really greatest thing of the whole lot was a sight we witnessed one afternoon.  A German bi-plane came sailing over just reached our lines, one of ours hove in sight right above him, dropping down as hard as he could go.  One of our new class with a light machine gun mounted in the bows.  The Hun swerved, so did ours & then we saw the upper one turn right up, tail in air, nose downwards; a puff of smoke followed, the top one righted itself, the bottom one remained.  Our people cheered like anything & it was only with the greatest difficulty that I could keep them from sticking their heads above the parapet. There were some rather exciting things happening on our left, & one or two little thing happened which I can tell you in about a month’s time. At the time of the “excitement” I was out on a “crawl” between our lines & theirs, & consider myself jolly lucky to have got back, because the above mentioned excitement naturally led to all manner of flares & fairly heavy fire.  I must say I honestly believe if I had got shot the whole platoon would have sallied forth to pull me in, a more devoted lot I never struck.  One fellow writing home the other day said he was glad he’d got the officer back in his platoon, he was a “chap who didn’t care a —- for anything “.  Major Martin is back again with us, his wounds were not serious although his name got in the casualty list.

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