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It’s impossible to say how much Peter knew about the very recent
had been through the hell of the 3 rd Ypres and Passchendaele ; and
France the previous July. If so, he would have had some idea of what
that they’d been transferred from the 47 th and would now be joining its
Belgian border. We can only guess at his reaction but the truth is that
he had already seen the last of many of his former colleagues. While
However, this transfer may not have been all that disturbing because
it’s just possible that he already knew some of the 42nd. It too was a
Salisbury Plain at a camp called Larkhill not far from Codford. Now, in
principally through gassing and trench foot, and what was to be its
Between the 4th and the 21st of October 5 of its officers and 62
other ranks had been killed in action and 10 officers and 361 other
ranks had been wounded, that is, one third its total strength. Perhaps
the outskirts of La Harve. Here the A.I.F. 3 rd Division, of which the 42th
near the town of Steenwerck on the French side of the Belgian border,
(a border they would cross and re-cross in the coming months) and
about 25 kms. north of Lille. The Battalion had been there since
November 15th and was to remain at Korte Pyp training till mid-
40 officers and 742 other ranks. The weather was bitterly cold but dry.
On 19th December the Battalion moved out of Korte Pyp and marched
to what was known as “Jesus Farm” (a large cross had been erected
small circular huts and horse and mule lines) and the following day
they took over the line in the Bois Grenier sector near the village of
Erquinhem. They remained in the line for 6 days during which they
quiet sector and the trenches were in good condition. They were off
was a big part of a soldier’s life. Perhaps the smartest marchers in the
British Army was the Rifle Brigade which could pace out 140 steps to
the minute. A single Brigade on the move with its transport, occupied
at least 3 miles of road. With the tail of the column an hour’s march
behind the vanguard and the obligatory ten minute’s rest every hour it
stretched for miles and throw out the carefully planned arrangements of
return to Korte Pyp. The following day they were on the move again,
this time for Ingersol Camp at Nieppe on the road to Romarin. For the
Bizet and Ploegsteet sectors strengthening the defences along the line.
This was hard work and dangerous. Materials and men were brought
up to the line by means of a light railway which was well within the
shelled. The work moved at a frantic pace, and with good reason.
Rumours were rife that the Germans intended a major Spring offensive
On February 5th they were back in the trenches, this time at Pont
Rouge. They were there for 8 days. Out of the line once more they
bombed from the air by Gothas. They were out again on March 2nd.
Armemnteries sector they were due a month’s rest. First, they marched
to Camp Ingersol. From there to Korte Pyp, and on March 6th still
Lottinghem which lies on the line some miles west of Arques and to
At this point the Battalion split up, A and C companies set out on
and D company settled down at Fromenthal. The last time they’d visited
They were now far behind the line, away from all danger, and ready
Hutchinson & Co., 1936) recounts his introduction to the War in the
course of the German offensive in March 1918. Hill, who served in the
“We left the town behind and trudged along, the road getting steeper
their rifles frequently from one shoulder to the other without getting any
“By and by we passed isolated huts to the left of the road, and then
huts and tents with big dining halls and marquees marking the
loomed nearer.
“ Whitewashed stones edged the paths running between the huts and
look. Groups of soldiers hung about the paths or sat at the roadside.
around. They were cavalry and gave the impression that they had
been there a long time, and were in no danger of moving. There was
no sign of horses. Yet there was a glamour about them that ordinary
foot soldiers lacked. They were fine-looking fellows, their neat riding
breeches and waisted tunics setting of their slim hips and straight
backs.
“The cavalry gave way to the artillery and still we marched on,
“When we came to the infantry lines I was tired out and hadn’t
sweated so much for a year. The others were feeling the strain too.
The men we passed now were of a different stamp. They were mostly
smaller and not nearly so smart or well set up. They hadn’t the bored
taking care to look at our cap badges to see if we were bound for