France.
12th September, 1917
My Dearest Maidie:–
Last night as per schedule we came out to Rest and had a good old long walk. Turkey and I came out together and had a very fair jaunt. We left at eight o’clock and walked easily, judging our own time. We ran into a little YMCA shack well forward where hot cocoa – free – is given to troops coming out and we polished off two cups each. Right there I changed my opinion of Y.M.C.A.’s in general. We reached our billet about midnight and found that two large rooms in a private house had been allotted to Bn HQrs. There was no furniture other than tables and benches but in one room there was a huge fireplace and our Runner very soon conjured up some packing cases and made a roaring fire. Also a hot meal and a blanket was served out to us so we were pretty comfortable. I was only reasonably tired and I sat in front of that fire until two o’clock and then made my bed and slept on the floor as close to it as I could get. In the morning I was up and on the job again at seven. We are far busier here than in the line and both Turk and myself are honing for that last good dugout we had. I suppose that really it is more comfortable here, there is a Sergeant’s mess and a real floor to sleep on but I shall always remember that couchy little home. We expect to be here some days yet but I don’t suppose that it will be for very long.
There was a letter here for me when I arrived hier soir and I shall send my letters to Bernay as requested. It is too bad that I had not done this all along. But it was uncertain, wasn’t it? Do you know how much I love you to-day Dearest? Well it is just the biggest thing in the world. Every time I think of you my pulse races and I think of you all the time. every minute, Dearest, is of you and for you, you absolutely fill my life and apart from always longing to be with you, I want nothing more from life. I want to be with you, though, Sweetheart, every minute. Do you love me like that, Maidie of mine?
Out here our mail goes at two o’clock in the afternoon instead of at eight soir as in the line, so to-morrow I must write in the morning. At present they are holding the bag open for me. Au revoir, Dearest.
Your Own
Ross


...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.










On the first morning out, the army solicitously let its men sleep in, but soon they were back to the routines of “soldiering,” cleaning weapons, and trying to beat the mud from their clothes in time for a 2:00 p.m. inspection. A.M. Munro assured his father there were no complaints about fighting: “it is when we got back for rest, and buttons have to be polished, boots shined, clothes cleaned etc. for inspection by some ‘big guns’, who hand out lots of Hot Air, of which the boys have long since gotten tired.” Soldiers took the word rest literally , and assumed they would be free to lounge, gossip, and hunt for something more potent than the sour wine or thin beer offered by the local estaminet. Saluting, however, never relaxed...
Day devoted to cleaning up and re-equipping. Battalion billeted in the outbuildings of the CHATEAU. Concert for the men in the evening. Lieuts. A.F. PRINGLE and A.W. SCOTT went to ENGLAND on leave.
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