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Updated: June 7, 2025
Amid them half the titled heads of England, all the great names known on the flat, and men in the Guards, men in the Rifles, men in the Light Cavalry, men in the Heavies, men in the Scots Greys, men in the Horse Artillery, men in all the Arms and all the Regiments that had sent their first riders to try for the Blue Ribbon, were backing their horses with crackers, and jotting down figure after figure, with jeweled pencils, in dainty books, taking long odds with the fields.
Someone ran in from the gateway with a headlong rush, gained the passage and paused. "Phew," excitedly, "what the devil is Fritz up to? Heaviest shells on this front." "Yes. Might be coming over." "Hardly." "Why these heavies?" "Dunno.
Wounded men from the firing line told us that the shrapnel was unbearable in the trenches. A man came galloping up wildly from the Heavies. They had run out of fuses. Already we had sent urgent messages to the ammunition lorries, but the road was blocked and they could not get up to us. So Grimers was sent off with a haversack mine to fetch fuses and hurry up the lorries.
Of the heavies, it may be said that the gentlemen generally wear their coats padded, are frequently seen standing idle about the parades and terraces, that they always keep a horse, and trot about the roads a good deal when the hounds go out. The ladies are addicted to whist and false hair, but pursue their pleasures with a discreet economy.
At the same instant up there rode an aide-de-camp, with the reddest face that ever I saw upon mortal man. "You must stop 'em, or we are done!" he cried to General Adams, so that all our company could hear him. "How is it going?" asked the general. "Two weak squadrons left out of six regiments of heavies," said he, and began to laugh like a man whose nerves are overstrung.
Jack sighed in an ecstasy of enjoyment as he gulped it down, and Joe Crouch remarked that he wished his throat was as long as a "hostridge's." A body of three hundred men from the Guards, Heavies, and Mounted Infantry started on a return journey to the zareba to bring up the baggage, and the remainder of the force bivouacked near the wells.
I looked into an adjoining tent and found the liaison officer from the heavies busy on the telephone. "A 5·9 battery shooting from the direction of Ginchy. Right! You can't give me a more definite map-spotting? Right-o! We'll attend to it! Give me counter-batteries, will you?" "Heavies doing good work to-day?" I asked. "Rather," he returned happily.
MY DEARESTS: We haven't had any hint of what is going to happen to us whether Field Artillery, the Heavies or trench mortars. There seems little doubt that we are to be in England for a little while taking special courses. I read father's letter yesterday.
"C" Troop's position was such that it could command, over the heads of the stationary Heavies, the gradual slope up to the Russian front, and every detail of the charge was under its eyes. Scarlett's burnished helmet and plain blue coat were conspicuous in front. The Troop also had the opportunity of making a deliberate study of the Russian cavalry both before and during the combat.
The wounded were at once carried up there and were left in charge of the Heavies, while the Guards and Mounted Infantry started for the zareba, the Sussex being sent out on the right to watch Metemmeh and keep the enemy in check should they advance against the village.
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