Thursday Feb 18 1915
Fair. German blockade starts. Boat services suspended, leave stopped. Communion in morning at 8 o’clock. Short walk in afternoon.
Fair. German blockade starts. Boat services suspended, leave stopped. Communion in morning at 8 o’clock. Short walk in afternoon.
Rough day. Exposition at Church – attended celebration in afternoon. Vespers and Procession of B(lessed) S(acrament).
Shrove Tuesday. Beautiful day. Walking morning and afternoon over the hills. Went up to monastery – beautiful country.
Very busy again. 27th (Division) recapture lost trenches. Artillery busy. Tony dispatched on a wagon. Expected attack did not come off. Feel very D(own).
Caught tail end of 7 and best part of 9 o’clock Mass. Received L(aura)’s fine parcel; also letter from J. W.
Raining hard all day. Very busy night on wire*. 27th Div shelled out of four trenches.
Prisoners report general attack to take place on 15th or 16th. (Got the) wind up. Witnessed quaint auction sale.
*Wilf worked on the installation of telephone lines between headquarters and the trenches. The picture below is from The Illustrated War News Feb 17, 1915:
The drawing shows a British gun-position, on a moonlit night, far in rear of the infantry trenches, with which it is connected by telephone. The battery is concealed, but not protected by earthworks, and the officer’s “dug-out” is made to resemble a heap of sugar beet. There is a small store of ammunition. The officer’s only light is a bicycle-lamp, by which he is reading a cipher message and orders that have just reached him. Such are the practical details that lie behind the frequent reports of British artillery successes, as when “Eye-Witness” wrote the other day, after mentioning a German night-attack: “When it was light, however, our artillery opened so accurate a fire on the enemy that their position became untenable.” – (from a sketch by a British Officer at the Front)
Raining all morning, fine after dinner. Walk up Mt des Cats with Tony. Received Doctor’s shop* from Ma.
*doctor’s shop. The no.9 (cf. Number Nine, q.v.) in the game of House: military: C.20 F. & G (or doctor’s orders: the inevitable “no. 9 pill” Ex number nine, the standard purgative pill, given to all and sundry (from Eric Partridge, Dictionary of Slang and Unconventional English)
contemporary advert for the “no. 9 pill” from:
The Soldiers’ Press: Trench Journals in the First World War
By Graham Seal
Raining all day. Wrote again – separately Dad and Ma. Also to L(aura). Received hers and parcel from home.
Again fine. Caught endless lice in shirt. Burned pants and well petrolled myself. Can’t keep ‘em under. Wrote home.
Short walk again. Beautiful day. Aeroplanes very busy. 6 English hit by anti-aircraft guns. Went to confession. Received letter from home and lettercard from L(aura).
Tuesday Feb 9 1915
Wandered around village (Berthen) in off hours. Place improved. Duties 3hrs on and 6hrs off.