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Consequently, when he went, "A" Company became scattered; parties which had delivered their ammunition did not know where to go; and some of them, a few under Serjeant Putt and Pte. Dakin, wandered into the slag-heap and took part in the battle, helping to kill some of the Boche there.
I was glad to get a billet in the first empty house I came to, 135 Rue de Gambetta. No beds, but a moderately clean floor to sleep on. Pte. Fail's party rejoined me here. They had gone right on to the firing line on the north bank of the River Sambre, where the Guards were advancing. They brought back useful information as to what had been going on.
And then from these sketches and with my own maps and protractor I was able to tell them what they were looking at on the map, and to prepare a panoramic sketch for their use at Adam O.P. Pte. King sent in an admirable series of sketches which were most useful in this work of discovery. Later on the more powerful telescope was also taken up to Adam O.P., and with this Pte.
Newcombe is to report at Brigade Headquarters this afternoon at 2 p.m. to furnish facts with reference to his servant, No. 6789, Pte. Jones W., who, on the 7th inst., discharged a rifle behind the firing line, to the great personal danger of the Brigadier, Pte. Jones's Company being at the time in the trenches.
King remained at the telescope all day, and sent in a number of interesting reports about the enemy's movements. At this point I have to break off the narrative, as my leave warrant arrived that night and I left the observers till August 31 in charge of 2nd-Lieut. J.H. Edmunds. One word about the admirable services of my batman, Pte. W. Critchlow.
So she wrote forthwith to Macgregor and enclosed the following invitation, in her neatest writing, for his friend: Miss Christina Baldwin requests the unspeakable pleasure of Pte. William Thomson's company to T. T. Tea Menu. P.S. Miss C. B. will expect Pte. W. T. to Ask a Blessing.
Half an hour later we erected a wooden cross in Tommy's grave-strewn garden. It bore the following inscription written in pencil: Pte. # 4326 MacDonald. Pte. # 7864 Gardner. Pte. # 9851 Preston. Pte. # 6940 Allen. Royal Fusiliers. "They did their bit." Quietly we slipped back into the trench and piled our picks and shovels on the parados. "Got yer mouth-organ 'andy, Nobby?" some one asked.
Here, small parties led by 2nd Lieut. Dennis, who was slightly wounded, C.S.M. Wardle, Serjt. Toon, and others carried all before them, cleared the lower road and the cemetery, and formed up outside the N.W. corner, where they were joined by their Company Commander. In the centre there was more fighting, and while L/Cpls. Downs and Starbuck and Pte.
I did this in purple copying pencil, as I had nothing more lasting: and generally it read: "In Memory of 19673, Pte. Royal Irish Fus. I had to be tombstone maker and engraver and sometimes even sexton a scout turns his hand to anything. We had our advanced dressing station on the left of Chocolate Hill the proper name of which is Bakka Baba.
Towards the end of the same tour, the enemy made another very similar attempt against our extreme right pasts held by "A" Company. L/Cpl. Beale and Pte. Foster were with their gun on the parapet, when they were suddenly rushed by three or four of the enemy who had crept close up to them, and were on top of them before they could open fire. L/Cpl.
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