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Wednesday, 7 October 2015

Friday 8th October 1915

Jesus Farm, Erquinghem

The Battalion remained in billets, finding large working parties each evening to assist the Royal Engineers.


The weekly edition of The Craven Herald carried much news about Tunstill’s Company, including an account of continued support for Geraldine Tunstill in providing ‘comforts’ for the men:
THE “COMFORTS FUND”

10th Battalion Duke of Wellington’s West Riding Regiment “Comforts Fund”
Mrs. H.G. Tunstill acknowledges with most grateful thanks the following donations: Mr. Walter Morrison, £50; Mr. Harry Tunstill (Aysgarth), £5; Mr. J. Brigg, £1; the Stationmaster at Newsholme, 5s.; Mr. W. Farrer (Carnforth), £1 and Mrs. Goulderr (Rheims), £2; proceeds of entertainment arranged by Mrs. and Miss W. Procter at Otterburn, £2 5s.; Mrs. H.G. Tunstill, £2; Mrs. Dudley Illingworth, £1; Mr. Hudson (Hellifield), £1. She despatched the following “comforts” to Captain Tunstill for distribution to the men last week: six shirts, 12 pairs of socks and six mufflers from the Slaidburn and District Working Party, per Mrs. King-Wilkinson; six pairs of socks from Miss Hammond, Arncliffe; five pairs of socks from Miss M. Parker, Stainforth; 5,000 cigarettes; 150 handkerchiefs; 80 pipes; 80 tins of sweets; 90 tablets of soap; 12 doz. safety matches; 4 doz. pencils; 60 writing pads; 50 pairs of leather bootlaces and 80 packets of cocoa.

The same edition also published confirmation of the death of Pte. Willie Burley (see 30th September) and the recent letters from Ptes. Harry Horner (see 27th September) and Johnny Smith (see 25th September):
GRASSINGTON ROLL OF HONOUR

Information is to hand that Private Willie Burley, of Skirethorns, who was wounded on the same day as Private A. Stubbs, as stated in last week's issue, has succumbed. The young hero was well-known and respected in the district, and much public regret has been expressed at his early death. The flag at the maypole, which is utilised as the flag-staff, was immediately put at half-mast on receipt of the news.

News from the Boys.
J.W. Smith writes: “Thanks very much for the parcel. We came out of the trenches on Sunday night for a rest after being in the firing line for twelve days. We had two very fierce bombardments, the worst on Saturday morning. They started about 4.30 and kept at it until after 11 o’clock, and there were thousands of shells fired, but our chaps fired a lot more than they did, and did a lot more damage, hitting their trenches nearly every time and blew them to blazes. It seemed like one mass of fire all along the line. We had to hold our trenches while those on the right advanced, which was a great success. We did not get off scot free. They dropped a lot of shells all about the trenches, and we had some casualties, but were lucky not to have more. The artillery chaps told us it was the hottest they had had. We lost one man the first day by sniper; they are clever at that job – firing all day on the off-chance of hitting you. The other day they got to know where we got our water from and they were not long before they were shelling it, and put two shells through the water tank. We saw a rare duel between a German and British aeroplane, but our man got him down with a shot through the petrol tank”.

LONGPRESTON
PRIVATE HORNER’S EXPERIENCES

The Following is a copy of a letter received by the Rev. R. Shipman, from Pte. H.E. Horner:
Rest Billets,
Somewhere in France,
September 28th 1915

To Rev. R. Shipman,
Dear Sir,

I am writing you these few lines to let you know that we are in the best of health, as I know you will be thinking and wondering how we are all getting on and what we are doing. I am very thankful that I am able to write this letter to you, as I did not think one of us would come out of the trenches alive, after what we have been through these last few days.
About 4.30 last Saturday morning all was very quiet and a few minutes later our big guns opened fire and then the German guns started, and shells came falling down like rain. What with the noise of our shells passing over us and the German shells coming on us, on all sides, we did not know where we were, and every minute we thought we should be blown up into the air.

Then we got the order to open fire on the Germans. Just at first we did not like to put our heads up over our trench, but we knew we had to do it, and with a cool mind we all started firing. After the bombardment was over and the smoke cleared away we could see the German trenches and most of them were blown to bits with our shells. We seemed to be firing better shells than the Germans, as most of ours were high explosives. On Sunday morning we were very glad to hear the news that we were going out of the trenches, as we had had enough of them. It was our first time in. We were brought right up into the firing line and there we stayed for twelve days. We had two days’ rain which made the trenches very dirty, as they were full of water, which we had to stand and walk about in. It must have been very bad for the men who were in the trenches out here last winter. Those at home in England do not know half of what they must have suffered. The trench which we came out of into the road was full of clay and water which we had to go through. When we had got through it we were all wet through and covered with clay from head to foot. Now we have got our clothes clean, and we have got a good sleep, which we were very much in need of, as we have not much chance of sleep when we are in the trenches. We are about two miles behind the trenches in little wooden huts, about 24 of us in one hut.
We are in the best of health and feeling very well and fit and will soon be ready for going back into the trenches again after a few more days rest. After we had been firing a few minutes we had no fear of the shells, for we all fired as hard as we could till our rifles were red hot and we could not hold them, not thinking of any danger or of being hit with the shells. We were very lucky in our trench, as not one of us was hit, but all the time shells were dropping very near us. Two shells dropped right on the front of our trench while we were firing, and goodness knows how we missed being blown to bits, as it sent sandbags and things flying into the air and filled our eyes with dust. The bombardments last for about three hours and for that time we hardly knew where we were, only we were firing away at the German trenches. We were all very thankful when we found ourselves all in the trench and unhurt.

The trenches which we were holding were the nearest point to the German trenches and on our right the trenches were a long way back. They wanted to get the trenches on our right in a line with ours; so we were firing on the Germans to keep them from firing on our men who were attacking the German trenches on our right. As far as we know all went very well and they took a lot of the trenches as well as prisoners, and for this last week on this front we have done very well. We have to cook our own food when we are in the trenches; we get a fresh supply daily. I have eaten meat that I could not have thought of eating at home, and we have washed ourselves in water in which about a hundred had washed in.
We were very lucky for water, as there was a farm just behind where we could get it. The Germans have shelled it and now we cannot get water there; we have to carry it about a mile. There are people still living in the houses about two miles behind the trenches, and some of them get shells every day; but most of the houses are blown down. At night, when it is dark, the Germans send up a lot of star shells, which light up all round, so that they can see our trenches or any working party which might be out. We are now about three miles south of where Capt. Preston lies buried. There are graves where soldiers have been buried all round about here. There is one very near the huts where we are now staying.

I will close, trusting in the Lord for a safe return back to the little village.
I am, yours respectfully,

H.E. HORNER

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