Letters from John Hardie to his family, 1917-1918 - Part 5
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came back into the reserve lines, which is
about the worst place at the front as Fritz
can shell you there without being afraid
of any dropping on his own lines.
We were there for some time doing night
work, such as laying cables, and carrying
ammunition then one night they shifted
us back the other side of Ypres. That was
when our boys captured Zonnebeke. Well
after the stunt we went up again to
make roads to bring up the guns.
You just ought to see the state the
country is in There isn't one inch
of it that hasn't been torn by shellfire
of course it is our guns that do most of
it. The night we were making the road
old Fritz sent over a few shells as we were
going up. Our guns were silent for a long
time and then suddenly the S.O.S. went
up, and they opened. I think there were about
a thousand guns firing over our heads.
You can imagine the row. The German guns
closed up altogether and we never lost
a single man on that job. If the enemy send
over one shell on this front our fellows usually
throw back about ten, and if he sends more
it always ends in our chaps giving him
a barrage. We were withdrawn from the
line about the eight of October to reorganise
for the hop over on the 12th. On the 10th
we came back and camped outside Ypres
at a place called Hill fire corner. I forgot
to say I had been transferred to the ninth
Machine gun [[Company?]] You see they had
suffered very [[?]] a battle only a
few days before and were very weak.
At eight-O-clock on the night of the 11th
we left the camp for the line and then began
the march through pouring rain, and a constant
bombardment of H.E.s and gas shells. Every
little track was congested with troops going up
for the battle, which was to be one of the
biggest things of the whole campaign.
We were slipping and sliding all over the
place, and falling into shell holes,
and to make matters worse we were loosing
men every few yards. Well we got to our
hopping off place at twenty minutes past five
in the morning, wet to the skin and
dead beat. Five minutes later our barrage
[[?]] and [[?]] than ten we were away
[[?]] thin [[w?]] forget the sight, and
a [[?]] thing I didn't feel the least bit
frightened. I never saw the sky lit up with
such a display of lights before. It really was
a pretty sight. But we hadn't gone far
before Fritz got his guns onto us. Battalion
after Battalion got practically cut to pieces
I don't know how it was our team got
through. Several of them had their clothes
torn with bits of shell [[?]] I got a small
splinter in the h[[and?]] [[?]] & got about
five hundred ^yards when we were held up
You see they expected the attack and had been
preparing for sometime The Passchendaele ridge
also the Village of the same name was to have
been our final objective. A piece of the ground
we had to take was some that the Tommies
left seven days before, and would you believe
it, there were some of the poor fellows who
had been wounded still living in the shell
holes. A lot of our wounded got drowned
in the liquid mud. In the valley beyond
our starting point the mud was up to
our waist. You can form an idea how hard
it was to tackle the enemy under such
conditions. I got hit just a little while after
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reaching our first objective, and had
to crawl, and flounder, through a swamp
to get onto the main track out. After
about half an hour of such going
I reach the first dressing station
which was a German pill box that
had just been captured. I had intended
to get my wound dressed there, but
what I saw there was the cause of me
going on as there were stretchers lined up
outside besides those inside waiting
their turn. You see it was an advanced
dressing station. Well I hadn't gone far
before I came across my Battalion which
was in reserve sheltering in a railway
cutting. I don't think I will ever forget
the sights I saw along there. Chaps whom
I had seen alive only a day or so before
were lying in little groups just as they were
killed by the shells and all the way
down the road it got worse. This was
the Mennin Road I heard afterwards
what was left of our boys
went up and helped in an attack just
after I came out. I heard poor Bob Pearse
got slightly wounded, and when
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coming out got killed by a shell.
I think I told you before about having
to make my way out for about five miles
or to the fifth dressing station. ^You just ought
to have seen the traffic on that Mennin
Rd. On one side there were fresh troops
coming up, on the other a constant
stream of wounded going out. Nearly all
the stretchers were carried by German
prisoners as our bearers were about wiped
out. In the centre guns were being brought
up, and also an endless line of shell
carriers. The German guns continually
hitting the road, but instead of getting
afraid and mixed up the traffic
still went on. Sometimes a gun and
its team would get hit; there would be
a bit of a halt until they shoved the
broken gun and the dead over the side
of the road, and everything went on as
before.
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