France – 5–9–17
My Dearest Maidie –
I did not get time to write you this morning – the pressure of work etc. But now (the messy “n” in now was caused by the candle falling over) after lunch there is a pause and I am going to write you. You Sweetheart. I want to take you in my arms but as that is impossible I must write instead.
Last night I went to sleep and slept like a top until three this morning. I did not get [back] to sleep very readily so went out to see the weather. It was a glorious night light as day and a gorgeous harvest moon. It made me homesick that moon and I know now why a dog barks at the moon. It’s because looking at it makes it realize what he is missing. At least that is the effect it had on this dog. There is no such thing as stillness here. If there is not the sound of a shell whizzing though the air or exploding then there [is] machine gun or rifle fire. It is awfully interesting and exciting. And in addition from where I am, absolutely safe. The aeroplanes fascinate me and I could watch them all day long if I didn’t have to work.
Last night before going to bed Clark and I went ‘lousing’. He found one but I haven’t one, evidently the creosol is the good stuff so don’t bother sending me anything. I feel pretty glad about being free of them for although I don’t mind being dirty, ordinary dirty, for a little while, I should hate to be disgustfully dirty, as one must be when harbouring totos. On the other hand creosol stings a little if it gets on certain portions of the human frame too intimate to mention. But that has only happened to me once. And in this case ‘once bitten was fifty times shy. It was – well I shall be very careful in future.
I can imagine this life becoming very monotonous but honestly I don’t think that it will be any more monotonous than life anywhere without you. Of course the weather has been good and this particular dugout is comfortable and roomy; wet weather and a bum hole in the ground may make me change my opinions but I am not so sure.
But I didn’t finish telling you of last night After I watched the night and the commotion for a while I came down and visited Turkey who is on the night shift. He is exactly the same old Turk and takes everything quite as a matter of course, has never been sick and is enormously popular. He is now a Lance Corporal, and considers it a huge joke. Afterwards I went back to my bunk and read for a few minutes. Eventually I went to sleep again until six – then got up shaved and washed and had breakfast and went to work. Not very interesting I expect but there isn’t really very much happening just now.
I wrote Harris yesterday afternoon but outside of my letters to you that is all I have written. Writing doesn’t come easy for me – other than writing to you of course – but really this is a divine chance to catch up with correspondence which has been going behind for the past ten years.
Dearest I have done a world of concentrated thinking about you in the past twenty seven hours and I love you, Dearest, worship you. I think that you are far nicer than I can ever realize but, Dear, I realize an awful lot Au revoir Babykins, Je t’aime.
Your own
Ross
Bitter weather slowed down the body lice that afflicted most soldiers — and warmer conditions revived them again. Within days of coming to France, most men, even officers, began what Gordon Beatty recalled as “a never-ending battle with cooties.” ... “You know how much I hate mosquito bites,” Lieutenant Claude Williams reminded his mother, “well these are about twice as bad and hardly a square inch of you is left untouched.” Body-lice or pediculis corpori, burrowed into the seams of shirts and underwear, in the folds of kilts, or under the knee of the tightly laced breeches worn by cavalry and gunners; nits or phthirius pubis, crowded under the patch of linen at the crotch of army trousers. Head-lice became so annoying to some men that they shaved themselves bald. Wherever they were, lice caused a continuous and almost indescribable misery. ... Desperate men stripped naked even in bitter weather to attack their torturers. ... Veterans recommended scores of solutions — Keating’s Powder, creosote, cheesecloth underwear, or, as Colonel Lionel Page recommended, no underwear at all.
Will Bird favoured Zambuk, a liniment more commonly used on stiff joints. Soldiers spent their spare time half-naked, “chatting” or “crumbing” — burning lice by running a lighted candle along a shirt seam and listening for the gratifying “pop.” Many woke to find blood seeping from the gashes left by unconscious scratching overnight. In the filthy conditions, infection soon followed. (Morton, 139–40)

...warfare in which opposing armed forces attack, counterattack, and defend from relatively permanent systems of trenches dug into the ground. The opposing systems of trenches are usually close to one another. Trench warfare is resorted to when the superior firepower of the defense compels the opposing forces to “dig in” so extensively as to sacrifice their mobility in order to gain protection.
... In making a trench, soil from the excavation is used to create raised parapets running both in front of and behind the trench. Within the trench are firing positions along a raised forward step called a fire step, and duckboards are placed on the often muddy bottom of the trench to provide secure footing.
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Trench warfare reached its highest development on the Western Front during World War I (1914–18), when armies of millions of men faced each other in a line of trenches extending from the Belgian coast through northeastern France to Switzerland. These trenches arose within the first few months of the war’s outbreak, after the great offensives launched by Germany and France had shattered against the deadly, withering fire of the machine gun and the rapid-firing artillery piece. The sheer quantity of bullets and shells flying through the air in the battle conditions of that war compelled soldiers to burrow into the soil to obtain shelter and survive.
The typical trench system in World War I consisted of a series of two, three, four, or more trench lines running parallel to each other and being at least 1 mile (1.6 km) in depth [sic]. Each trench was dug in a type of zigzag so that no enemy, standing at one end, could fire for more than a few yards down its length. Each of the main lines of trenches was connected to each other and to the rear by a series of communications trenches that were dug roughly perpendicular to them. Food, ammunition, fresh troops, mail, and orders were delivered through these trenches. The intricate network of trenches contained command posts, forward supply dumps, first-aid stations, kitchens, and latrines. Most importantly, it had machine -gun emplacements to defend against an assault, and it had dugouts deep enough to shelter large number of defending troops during an enemy bombardment.










In the evening about 11.00 P.M. ... bombardment of Battn.Headquarters with Gas Shells. ... this is the first time the new “Mustard Gas” has been used against us.
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