Letters from Harold Edward 'Pompey' Elliott to his family, November 1916 - December 1916 - Part 8
in for they have hardly hit anyone
but they are getting plenty of
practice & will cause us a lot
of trouble before long. It is rumoured
we are bringing out a new & better
plane. Let us hope it will come
along soon. The rain is simply
pouring down. Poor old Bert
Layh has to go up into the trenches
tonight. Aren't you sorry for
the poor old chap. The trenches will
be full of water. Tomorrow I suppose
it will freeze & some of the poor fellows
will have their toes frozen off.
You will be getting tired of this belly old
letter dearie so I'd better stop. Bye
dear old Katie. Millions of love
& kisses from your very own
Dida Do.
P.S. Tell the dear little lad &
Gaga that Dida is very sad because
he cannot come home at Xmas
to see his two little darlings but he
loves them & is always thinking of them.
Go to back of P
France
16/12/16
My dearest wife,
I've just
received a dear fat ^long letter from you
dated the 8th Oct. Wasn't it quick getting
here this time. That was lovely. it brings you
quite near to me. Only six weeks ago since'
it left your dear loving sweet hands.
I felt like kissing it big heap. By the
same mail were two letters from Barby ^Belle
with one photo & a bit of a another showing just
the wee laddie. In the other there is Barby ^Belle
& dear wee Dhunach who looks quite sad
poor wee darling & the wee rogue who for
once is not smiling but looks very serious. In
your letter you mention you are posting another
wee one in the morning. That sperrik ^one didn't
turn up - but it may come along tomorrow or
soon after. I liked the photos very much. By
the same mail I also got a letter from my
cousin Minnie telling me that her father
poor old Uncle Robert died on Monday
11th Dec. It was very sudden. He took a chill
from the beastly weather we have had in
England & France of late, it turned to
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Pneumonia & the poor old chap passed
away. They are all terribly upset though
they must have expected it at any time
really for he was very feeble indeed even when I
saw him last year. He became almost
the identical image of ^my poor old dad in his
old age & very feeble like him too towards the
end. I would not be surprised if poor old
Aunt Mary went too. She is a dear old
loving thing & ^was very very fond of her old man ^husband.
She was always looked upon as an invalid
always ailing from youth but she has outlived her
husband who in his youth was like my own Dad
noted as a very powerful strong man. He was shorter
than Dad but very heavy set with broad & deep
chest & shoulders even to the end. Far more so than
my own father indeed ay the end for poor old Dad
became stooped & bent but Uncle Robert when I saw
him last year still walked very erect without any
stoop at all. There is still no sign of a cable
telling me the new address so I must assume
you are still at the old place. Looks as if you
cannot leave Northcote. Oh I forgot to say that
my cousin Charlie called in just as I got
Minnie's letter. He did not know of his father's
death so I gave him Minnie's letter. He
had left England a fortnight or so ago &
had not received any letters. He said however he
was fully prepared for anything as his father
looked very very frail when he parted with him
& he did not really expect to see him again alive.
Charlie looks well but I am afraid this
awful weather & the dreadful discomfort of
French life will just about settle him again
as his sciatica is pretty bad already ^pretty bad
threatening him pretty badly. He had to sleep
on the floor of a shell battered house last night
on his way up without blankets & he felt
twinges all day today he told me. The weather
still continues to be the absolute limit. Today
pouring rain & snow. Many of the poor boys
are very sick. I really cannot imagine how
they bare through it all. The ground is so
sodden with rain & so shaken with
shell fire that it is hardly possible to dig a
trench at all. When it is dug the sides crumble
in almost at once for the rain. If you attempt
to build any shelter & put your rations & waterproof
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sheet or anything at all down ten chances to
one if you turn your back a moment an
avalanche of the surface soil will slide down
& bury it under feet of sludge & mud. To
save the mens feet we issue them with long rubber
waders ^reaching up to the thigh but as they soon
wear out we don't let the men walk up
in them. They go up in their ordinary boots
with sandbags tied round their legs to try &
keep a little mud off their pants & putties. Then
when they get into the trench they take off their
sandbags & putties & boots ^& wet socks put on a dry pair after
rubbing their feet with whale oil & pull on the gum
boots as they are called. Then if they put their ankle
boots & spare pair of socks down anywhere at
all they sink in the mud & get buried & lost if you
don't keep rescuing them or hang them up on a nail
if you are fortunate enough to have a piece of timer
to nail drive a nail into handy to you which is not
always the case. The men stay there three days
at a time. During this time it is practically
impossible to get any sleep as there is nowhere
to lie. The men get a little sleep propped against
the side of the trench but then the frost comes &
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freezes the sludge & their poor feet get frozen & unless
you get them back quickly their feet get gangrene
& their toes drop off. We have to leave them there 3
days as otherwise the awful toll of marching
up every day through the mud wh would
simply knock up every man we have & the
men themselves prefer to do the three days
at one go than face the awful walk. It
is a horrible walk too. Fritz notices almost
at once where a track is worn in the mud &
shells stall night & most of the tracks have
an avenue of mangle corpses all along the
border of them. Three men in the constant
relief every three nights have been killed &
as men cannot carry them away owing to the
mud ^they are placed just off the path on either hand
& you are able to find your way ^even in the dark with
fair certainty by these rows of corpses. Most of
them are dreadfully mangled having been left
again & again as they lie but owing to the great
cold there is no smell at all is that horror
that we had in Lone Pine which will be with
me always I think is still absent from this.
It is an appalling sight in the daytime & owing to
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the impossibility of getting into the front line in
daylight hardly anyone goes these by day &
night minimises the horrors to some extent
but I do not think anyone would ever be afraid
of ghosts who has walked these avenues of death.
As an aid to men passing this way by night we
have laid down lines of broad white tape.
To prevent this being trodden into the mud &
rendered useless it is necessary that some
object such as a stick or thistle or something
be used ^utilised the tape to, occasionally. Well
along this walk many of these poor bodies
are thrown into strange contortions and frequently
a leg or arm juts out a foot or so into the
air in all sorts of grotesques attitudes. The
boys fixing the tape have in the most
unconcerned & practical manner saved
themselves to bother of finding & planting stakes
by taking a hitch round a leg or an arm
or a waistbelt or any old thing that is at
hand. Dozens of different regiments are representing
Guards & Scots & Canadians ^Australians & Africans & of
course the Bosches are all to be found. I have
made it a rule that our own dead shall be
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buried by the Bn whom the dead man belongs
before it leaves the line & this rule is working well
& I have not noticed since I brought in the Rule anu
of my boys lying intended. Some say it is
foolish as it is our duty to save the men still alive
in the ^very least fatigue work that we can. But I think
is helps the men to bear all the hardships a little
better if they can be shown some little sign that
even the des bodies will be treated with a
little respect if they are killed. I am still
suffering with my chest - I get nearly better then
(as today) I get very wet & cold visiting the trenches
& get right back to where I was again. I am very
hopeful however that when we come out of the front line
which will be very soon now I will have a chance to get
quite better of it again. I am sorry "More Fragments
from France" didn't turn up. I must try & get another
copy somewhere. I forget how what the other papers you
speak of was unless it was a "Bystander" I hope it reaches
you in the end. I am afraid you will think I am
a [[?]] "state" about the silk scarves
when they are so long coming. I hope they are
truly & really off this time though. I haven't run
the Interpreter man for a week or two. When we came
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up into the line this time we were very much pushed for
room in our dug outs, so he asked to go &stay in
a village some miles back until we came out again so
I was very pleased & let him go as he is no use to us in the
line as there are no French about here for was all in
German lands & they have taken all men women & children
& every living thing but the kids away. Not that they could
have lived here had they been allowed for there is hardly a
single firm piece of ground left every inch has been torn
up in most cases over & over & over again with hundred
of thousands of shells & everyday it is the same. The day
before yesterday I had a very narrow shave. It was only the
mud that saved me so I ought to complain of mud no more.
I was walking along a little behind Major Greenway of the Engineers
when suddenly without any warning a huge shell landed only
a couple of feet off my back & exploded with a deafening roar
I was pushed by the concussion or by the start it gave me
^violently up against Major Greenway who turned & clasped me in his
arms. He was certain I was hit & he called out most
anxiously to me. Are you hurt Sir, anywhere hurt? We were both
still enveloped in the huge cloud of smoke but although
startled I was able to laugh & tell him I was splendid
but ever since I have been a little bit merry or something for I
have had hardly any sleep for the past two nights - I dont feel
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one farthing the worse but I suppose it was a bit of a fright
& it is just enough to keep me wakeful. I am hoping
that tonight I will drop off all right. I feel sleepy headed
enough to do so. I have also had a tremendous lot of worrying to
do this week trying & trying to find ways of helping the boys
& to spare them as much as possible. Old Genl McCoy seems
very pleased & satisfied with what we have done & has adopted
quite a number of my suggestions. I say "my" but really
many of the suggestions came from my boys & if I see there is anything
in them I try them & then tell the General & he makes the other Generals
take them on for their boys. One of the ideas which one of our officers
Capt Taylor thought of - A sort of home made "Thermos" has
been taken on throughout the whole British Army &
is to be called 'the Capt C.B. Taylor Hot Box". I think
Mrs Smith is wrong about Lt Douglas Anderson. I dont think
there was an officer of that name in the 68th Bn. There was however
one Lt Anderson in the 37th who went missing on the 18th July. The
57th was in Reserve & were ordered not to take part in this
fight as if the attack failed they would have to hold the
old line. This young Sperrik ^other however ^who had never been
in a scrap & he sneaked off & got with the 59th Bn & went
into the charge with them & was never seen or heard of
from that day to this though it is practically certain he is
dead. There was another Lt Anderson in the 39th He fell also
in the charge but was rescued by men from the 57th
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