Glorious day.Went down to the 2 MS for towel, etcOK.
Received letter from Aunt Lil.
Glorious day.Shifted from steel dugout to one cut in bank, rotten infested with
rats.Kept busy all day.
Still fine weather, pages of
signals, MF called up this afternoon, over two hours, he made a mistake he
should have called MU.
Had parcel and letter from Ma.Went across LX this evening, slept there the night.Shrapnel flying about.
Dull day, quite a change nothing
Letters from Gertie and Airman
Books from Ma
Letters from Ma and Mr Osborne.
Slept at LX tonight.
Letter from Gertie.Letter and parcel from Syd.
Fair day.Luggie sending shrapnel over in valley.
Definition:shrapnel - (1)
shell that scatters metal fragments; (2) an artillery shell designed to
explode before impact producing a shower of metal balls and fragments
Letter from Dad.
Fine day.Not much doing though.
Day quiet.Raining and misty.
Walked across LX this morning found
Josling packing up; returning to Squadron.
Luggie strafing full battery just
German losses since start of war 2,730,917
Raining nearly all day.Had stand by for aeroplane shoot cancelled owing to weather.Letter from Ma.
Letter from G.Another stand by for shoot.Terrific
Nice day but terrific wind.Luggie pumping away in valley, our battery and 60’s replied.112 luggie put over in fifteen minutes.
Parcel from Ma, cigs from Gertie
(bless her).Letters from
Uncle Chas, Miss Skinner and R.
Letters from Aunt Lil, Gertie and
Mixed weather, snow storm, rain and
terrific winds.Went right up
to Peronne Road to fix up
station for a new fellow.
Played hard game of footie this
Peronne Road (now Maricourt
Military Cemetery No. 3) is on the North side of the road to Albert, on
the Western outskirts of Maricourt.
Had a shoot this morning, too
cloudy for observation though, eg came to nothing.Another hard game this evening, about crocked up.
M II B bought down by Maricourt,
P[ilot] & O[bserver] both killed.
Wyndham Lewis, the English writer and painter, was a
Second Lieutenant in the Royal Garrison Artillery. His “Blasting and
Bombardiering” describes the lot of Gunners:
“A gunner does not fight. He merely shells and is
shelled. He discharges a large metal cylinder, aiming it by means of a
delicately-adjusted mechanism, to fall at a certain spot which he cannot
see, in the hope that he may kill somebody that he hopes is there. “
“As a battery officer at the Front my main duties were
to mooch about the battery, and to go up before daybreak with a party of
signallers to an observation post. This was usually just behind the Front
Line trench-- in the No Man's Land just behind it. . “
Damned queer all day, had to stay
in bed.Think it is a rotten
attack of flue.Letters from
Airman and Chas.
Letter from Jeff Allen.Still groggy, another day in bed.
Feel a bit better this morning.
Letter from Gertie
Tres bien today.Still got a rotten thick head though.Letters from Uncle Albert and Ma.Had aerial down, put up fresh length of wire.
Rotten day, except for an hour or
so first thing.
Letter from Gertie.
Putrid day. Letter
from Aunt Lily.
Not a bad day.Another muck up about a shoot.Machine called up MF and then PO.
Had a shoot first thing this
morning.Went back to
Squadron, rotten dusty journey.What
a Sergeant, he ought to be boiled.
There is a reference to this shoot in the 9th
Siege Battery’s War Diary of 25/4/16 “ – 8 Armour Piercing and 1
High Explosive on F5b37.53 aeroplane registration”. [PRO WO95/475]
Fatigues all day.Letter from R.
Went to Morlancourt this afternoon
for lamp practice.
Went to Amiens this morning
for practice with infantry, some affair, what with trench mortars and
Went all round batteries with the
Letters from Gertie and Ma.
Fairly easy day taken on whole.Had a simply great dinner with Day, Gall and Pearce.