Diary of Lindsay Robert Turner, 1918-1919 (Vol. 6) - Part 9
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set out together. We had quite a
busy afternoon wandering amongst
the orchards and hedges of [[Basush?]]
and extremely pretty they are too
just at 4.30 as we were leaving
the position we had selected something
certainly not less than a 5.9 shell
came down almost on top of us
and before we had time to realise
what had happened we were both
lying prostate. I sat up in a few
seconds first of all realised that
I couldn't breathe just because I
hadn't tried owing to the amount
of blood in my mouth then thought
I was dead because the shock
had closed my eyes and I hadn't
tried to open them and then by
means of my tongue found that
my upper jaw had been shattered
at least. I made a hurried examination
to ascertain if I had been
wounded elsewhere but just then
an officer of a neighbourly Battery
came up bandaged up the wound
on either side of my face and
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hurried me off to dressing station
followed by poor old Punch who
seemed to be very much worse
tho' wounded in the head also. as
the Motor Aid Post was some two
miles from the Dressing Station we
elected to walk exhausted tho we
were from loss of blood. because
we considered we would get there
all the sooner. Never shall I forget
that walk. Guided by "Tommy"
stretcher bearers who had little
or no idea of the route we wandered
over broken ground thro' shell holes
and frequently in the wake of a
salvo from the Hun Gunners. I
had no idea where the Aid Post
was but when we arrived at a
main road at last tho the bearers
wanted to go to the right. I calculated
I knew as much as they did about
the way for I was thoroughly
exasperated by this time and insisted
on going to the left. It proved to be
correct and we breathed a sigh of
relief when we arrived at an
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American Aid Post with a despised
Ford Ambulance Car standing at
the door. We were soon to endure
another frightful journey a ride of
well over two hours under the most
tiresome conditions to the Casualty
Clearing Station near Peronne
all thro' those well known towns
we had had to fight our way
some weeks previously over roads
bumpy to the extreme and several
times I thought it would be the
end of poor Punch. I continued
to lose blood but was suffering
little pain. Would the car
arrive at the C.C.S. I thought at
least a dozen times when the car
suddenly pulled up in a lighted
area and we found ourselves
being transferred into a large
marquee with real nurses
walking about the wards and a
haven of rest at last. I was quite
exhausted by this time and passed
into the sleep of the just as an orderly
was drawing off my boots.
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