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A Typical Day

Here’s a typical day, as told to Pips:

6:30: Arrive back from night duty at the mine. Sit down on bed and servant brings a cup of tea.

6:30-8:00: Generally doze off to sleep after being up most of the night.

8:30: Breakfast – usually porridge, eggs & bacon, bread, butter & jam, and tea.

9:00: Wash and brush up; change boots and socks  usually wet from wading about in the muddy trenches; then read till about 10:30.

10:30: Inspect rifles of working party returned at 9 o’clock, usually go round and ask what sort of breakfast the men have, and generally receive complaints. But they always have complaints, and unless anything very special, take no notice as they are very well treated as regards rations: they have a slice of bread, rasher of bacon and tea for breakfast with jam sometimes; good stew made from fresh meat for dinner and bread and cheese etc for sort of tea/supper.

Letter to Pips, 3 November 1916. By permission of the Surrey History Centre (Ref: 2332/1/1/3/103)

Letter to Pips, 3 November 1916. By permission of the Surrey History Centre (Ref: 2332/1/1/3/103)

11:00-1:00: Either start writing you letters, or read. Or, if I have had a busy night without much sleep, I have a nap.

1:00 o’clock: Lunch: today we had soup – some tinned lobster – tinned fruit and coffee (I expect this luxury makes you stagger – but it does not cost much and as we buy our own lunch we get as nice a things as we can). We have been here about 10 days now and have spent 78 francs in rations – which, seeing that there are two of us (and three for part of the time), works out quite moderately. [78 Francs was worth about £2 15 shillings, at a time when the daily pay of an Infantry 2nd Lieutenant was about 7s 6d]

1:00-4:00: Reading, writing, censoring letters, and various little jobs attached to our work, with fairly frequent intervals of watching the Germans bombard our aeroplanes or watching bombardments in the distance…We have absolutely got the upper hand in the air – you see a dozen or two of our aeroplanes hovering about and hardly ever one of “Fritz’s”.

4:30: Tea – usually plain, except when a parcel has arrived.

5:30: One of us leaves to go up on duty – the other stays at home and (if I am off) go on writing (you would be surprised if you knew the time I spend on letter writing), and reading and anything else that may be required.

7:00: Check rations when they come up, and see if all correct.

8:30: Have dinner – sometimes fried steak, onions or potatoes etc.

9:30: Get settled in bed and read for a bit and then go to sleep.

So you see – our time is pretty much our own after duty.

[Next letter: 4 November]

 

Shirkers

‘There is always something about the look of the man who shirks,’ he told his mother, and he did not like dealing with them: ‘You have to pretend to be angry and say all sorts of uncomplimentary things to them.’ On the other hand, he acknowledged, it did seem unfair that, as an officer, he had ‘better food, better quarters, better work and everything made easier – whatever an officer endures physically his men are enduring worse.’ He tried to make up for this by being ‘as nice and easy with them men’ as he could, but ‘this results in lack of discipline – lack of respect and the result is that…you make up for all the niceness by giving the man a necessary telling off.’

Shirkers and discipline aside, the days were passing uneventfully, although he had just watched the Germans firing at British aeroplanes, but without success (as usual). So mostly he chatted in his letter about waiting for parcels to come, or about the progress of letters to and from home. His thoughts were also beginning to turn towards Christmas, which had always been a very special time for him: ‘Sometimes, when I am standing in a trench watching the dawn break it reminds me of the times I have lain in bed gazing at [the] sumptuously distorted stocking holding so many good and funny things, waiting for it to get light enough to open it…’

He did not expect to get home for it, but he hoped he would, at least, have a fairly jolly time where he was. Of course, Christmas was still a few weeks away, but ‘every day brings us nearer to the end of it all, and to dear old home and our poultry farm, and everything else that has kept me happy looking forward to.’

[Next letters: 3 November]