Jones, Oscar Anglesey (Captain, b.1892 - d.1917), letters - Part 7
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Something for it, but was not near
anything I may be later on and it
will arrive although perhaps a little
be late. We heard that
there was a Zeppelin over Armentieres
last Saturday night, but it did no
damage. There are plenty of
aeroplanes up here in the day. Huns
but mostly ours. [[?]] [[?]] ours
do come they fly very high, and just
look like specks.
Guess Frank must be about
home now. I would smile if I saw
him here in the colours. I suppose
he still has an objection to fighting
"Jingo", [[?]] it is the spirit of slips.
What could you wish better than
to be potting at a German [[?]]
bombing him & him doing the same
to you. Just think when your
sniping from behind a bit of [[?]]
and he is knocking dirt over you
or dazzling your eyes with bullet
splashes, or again perhaps splitting
the bit of board you may be using
to keep things ship-shape.
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That is when you get mad at
him & fire like a fiend, perhaps
being rewarded by hearing that
shrill whistle. I fancy I can
hear you say, "The boy is getting a
cannibal, but you are wrong
old girl, quite wrong.
Not far from where we
are is [[??] wall &
farm where O'Leary got his V.C.
Next time we go into the trenches
it will be dark & I am going on
a few patrols. If we don't stir
the "bosch" up this time it will
not be my fault. Am trying
to think out some method of
signalling, whereby I can communicate
anything urgent back to the firing
line. The great trouble is the
absence of cover between the lines
Of course it is all the better for
defence. Well Gla I think this
is all this time so I will now
close. Trusting all are well. Oscar
In the Trenches
Somewhere in France
April 22nd
1916.
Dear Mother,
You will see by above address that
we are back in the trenches again; the same
place as then in a few days ago, before the
spell in billets; where I wrote you last time.
So far, the Australian mail
that we received has not brought me a letter
from you, so that it cannot have been all
delivered as yet,; am expecting your letter to
come up [[?]] with the rations or
else to be waiting at H.Q. when we come out
for a spell. It has been raining
all the morning, in fact right throughout the
night it never ceased, and you saw [[quite?]] the
trenches are in a very sloppy condition,
My turn of duty finished at 8 PM yesterday
morning & did not come around again till 4 a.m.
this morning, so I had one good nights rest
broken only by the rain finding a weak spot
in the roof of the dug-out, which necessitated
immediate action, & later on by the other chaps
(there are three of us in here) being aroused for their
different shifts. I received a letter from
Ivor dated Feb 7th so it has been delayed
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somewhere or other. I see by the papers
that recruiting at the time of publishing
was only moderate. They will wake up
some of these days and realise that the
German will take some driving out of Belgium
and Poland, and before which time, it will be useless
to think of arranging peace terms.
Is it that the Islanders are afraid to
die? Do they count their lives in a cause
that has for its object, the protection &
uplifting of all that makes life worth living;
That makes for a better understanding between
men, a better, xx greater & wider appreciation
of all that [[???]] this world a
little more like what it should be; that is a
home in the full sense of the word.
Do you know what my feeling was
when I went to the trenches first? Not that
I would do this, that or the other, but knowing
the fine men I had in my section, would I
be capable of leading them? They as soldiers
and good soldiers at that were entitled to
the best of leadership. That was my thoughts
right through & which to a certain extent is
still with me. I only wish it were possible
to get into that Town Hall & speak for
an hour or so to the beggars & let them
feel things that have not entered, or at
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least seemed to enter their minds.
The Germans put in a
few bombs a couple of days ago &
wounded one of the Engineers in the
thigh. It went right through the
fleshy part. This morning at 4 a.m.
one of the men on for sentry post got
a bullet in the head & was dead by when
we got him on the stretcher. He was a
fine fellow too.
While I was carrying the chap that
had been wounded by the piece of bomb
out to where the stretcher was the [[?]]
put two more over, one one one side &
the other falling just a little bit short,
but luckily they never did any damage.
I see by the papers that one of the
Bakers, L. Foster & some other chap whose name
I have forgotten enlisted from Broadford the
other day. Oh, H. Castles was the one.
The old place has done a fair share
I think, although there are still one or
two who could come along. Well Mum
I think that I shall wait for a day to
see if your letter comes along before finishing
this as I am sure it must be somewhere
close handy. Sunday Your letter has not
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arrived yet so I think it must be
kept back xx with other mail till
we go out to the billets.
We had a man killed yesterday
morning while observing in the firing
line. He died before he reached the
Doctor. Saw an aeroplane
duel this morning, both machines
spining up on trench other with
machine guns. A cloud obscured them
after a while, but I fancy they both
had enough of it & called off in
different directions.
This afternoon the Germans
set fire to one of the houses away
in near of the firing line. They also
put shrapnel all around the place
but I do not know if any one was
hurt in the disturbance.
The rain stopped last night
& it is nice & fine today although
just a little chilly yet. We had a
pretty fair doing as regards weather
this time in the trenches, but I guess
it is up to us to have one fine day
in the week. I sent cable to Gla
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a couple of day ago which I hope
reaches her safely and in time.
Do not know if we are coming
back into this part of the line, or not
next time, but sometimes fancy that we
are going into another part of the
zone. I hope it is a bit more lively
than here, because this is really too
slack, & one loses his initiative when
there is nothing doing.
You cant beat having a solid
brush up every day as it to keep the
men up to the idea of fighting
Well Mum I think I
must close now, as news is pretty
scarce. So trusting all
at home are well & I receive your
letter when I get back
I remain
Your son
Oscar
Be sure and sent it back
to me
MJ
Bomb School
Somewhere in France
June 26th
Dear Mother,
I am writing this to catch the
mail to-morrow. With it also will
be two books "Fragments of France"
which strike me as being rather good
and some of it very real.
I am still here but as told
in my previous letters say cannot say how
long I shall be kept instructing. The
C.O. kicked up a row the other day &
did me the honour of saying that I was
one of his best Lieutenants, and that he
wanted me back again. Division
say that they will not send me back
just yet unless it is for something
important & that they will send another
officer to take my place while I am
down here. I have the satisfaction
of knowing that should there be a
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serious attack I should immediately
get back to my Company so I do not mind
so much. My men are always
asking when I am coming back to them
As it is gratifying to know that the
men one has trained still look to one
to lead them. They say they do nit
want any new officer "just give us Mr Jones"
is what they say. Of course this is a
war where sentiment cannot be taken into
consideration very much, but I just
mention the fact to show that I can
get the same work from a platoon of
men also the same liking as I did
when a corporal with a section. That
section I used to have could be put up
against any of the other 31 in the
Battn & would take the honours, for I
never spared them when there was work
or myself either & by Jingo "they knew it.
They have all gone now from A. Coy
except one or two who still stick there
and I often hear that so and so is a
good machine gunner or trench mortar man
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