Alexander Henry Tod, British soldier's WWI letters home, conditions in WWI trenches, letters home from WWI, Somewhere in France, Tod family history, trench repair in WWI, WWI, WWI conditions, WWI trenches
Alexander Henry Tod writes of some trench repairs in this letter to his parents. He’s still in northern France.
I have your letter of 16th November enclosing the snapshots of yourselves, which I think are splendid. Mother you are looking plumper than ever if I may say so [not sure I would want to hear that from my son!] and Dad is wearing a smile that won’t come off. It is a pity the youngster was cut out of the picture but no doubt I will get that later. Sybil ought to come out here with her camera. She would do a roaring business, if only for the reason that that sort of thing is strictly forbidden. If I can raise a snapshot of myself here I will let you have it. You ask if I am eating a sleeping well. It is about all I am doing at present.
We are behind the line again doing our six days in reserve, and unless the unforeseen happens this will be followed by Divisional rest of some three weeks a little way further back, so we are all feeling very bucked. We should move to our new quarters the day after tomorrow. From all accounts it is not much of a place we are going to – a little mining village, like most of the places hereabout. However we will be well away from the racket [!!!] and our nerves soothed back to normal by peace and quiet.
Yesterday I took a working party of 100 men up to near the firing line to repair some trenches which the recent heavy weather and shelling had seriously damaged, and had another nasty does of shelling. We travelled in motor buses, from Peckham Rye of thereabouts a good part of the way [perhaps he means the buses were from Peckham Rye which is in the London Borough of Southwark], which we had to discard when we got into the danger zone.
When conducting these parties up to the line you have to spread yourselves into as long a line as possible, so that if anything gets amongst us, there are some of us left to carry on. [He doesn’t spare his parents the gruesome details, does he?] The weather was dull when we started and I was hoping it would remain so as the artillery is not usually so active then as the aerial observers cannot see what’s going on. That’s why the reliefs take place mostly at night as their balloons can look right down our communication trenches. The weather cleared as we were almost at the scene of operations and evidently someone spotted us as for the best part of two hours the Bosche shelled our immediate neighbourhood. We did a little work but for the most of the time we had to lie low and wait till the storm blew over. Luckily I had no casualties but a party of Suffolks who were working behind me had several.
With luck I shouldn’t see the trenches for nearly a month but of course we never know our luck.
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