by rathbone » 01 Dec 2011, 08:19
On 11 September the first tank was demonstrated to British military leaders
Sergeant James Lang from 31 Argyll Crescent, who was fighting with the Machine Gun section, was wounded by shrapnel in the Dardanelles.
In a letter back from the front he wrote:
“ I do not tell you many definite facts about our doings and the actual fighting. To tell the truth, we find it best to fill our minds with commonplace thoughts, to concentrate on petty little jobs, digging, cleaning up and on grave speculations asa to what rations the mules will bring up, or when the next mail will arrive. In this way we forget the shrapnel, the bullets, and even the hand sticking out of the parapet, and these things merge into and become part of our natural cosmos and environment and are of the same interest to us as a passing shower or a clap of thunder would be to those at home.
I shall try to give you a brief summary of our doings since landing. Since I started writing,three shrapnel shells have burst within twenty yards of the nullah in which I am sitting, but we are well dug in and the cook goes on cooking, the signalers akk akk and esses emmaing. One man is washing socks and another shaving and none have paid the least attention.
We affected a safe landing and at once marched to the ground that was apportioned to us as a rest camp and were fairly well dug in when the fun began. Asiatic Alice had spotted us and sent over high explosives at minute intervals, luckily doing very little damage. I think there about three killed and as many injured in the brigade, but it was far from pleasant huddling up together in the half dug trenches, the wait between each shell being worse than the actual shell. This shelling continued at irregular intervals for several days, then she got fed up or found a better target.
Our next experience was night entrenching behind our firing line, another rotten job, with unaimed Turkish bullets singing all around us. Once again there were not many casualties.
Just before we moved up to the trenches for the first time I was detailed as brigade orderly and ordered to shift my stuff to headquarters, then about 150 yards away. Then the bombardment began and the brigade Major sent me up with instructions to find the Colonel or Adjutant and find out what was happening. I pushed on through the troops crowding the trenches to the firing line. It was undergoing severe bombardment and the parapet was being blown in. The Colonel and Adjutant were not there. A machine gunner volunteered the information that he thought they had advanced with the men.
I looked over the parapet and saw a scene I shall never forget, but cannot describe. The bursting shells, the gorse on fire, the lines of men running and the dense smoke. The noise was past hearing. By this time A and B Companies were going over, so I went with them. I remember jumping down into one trench and then into another. I saw Turks, but they were all dead. I started back and on the way came on a frightful trench with scarcely a whole man in it. Here I found Colonel Dunn very badly wounded and helpless, but with some men attending to him. Then on till I came to a sandbag partition where I found G. Young, an old friend from Portobello Rowing Club, and another man hauling down the bags to make a passage for the wounded. I then returned to brigade headquarters and told the Major what was happening.
I learnt that another shell had blown in the parapet, burying the rations. We dug up the rations and formed a fatigue party to cart them to the men. I took two hours of persuasion to get the poor chaps to move from where they lay, but eventually we got started, each carrying a small sack of tea, sugar or bacon. The supply was a point running out into the sea called Shrapnel Point, which could not be passed except at night, unless by a long steep climb up the cliffs and round by a trench. We were there for four days with only one casualty. I don’t think there will be any advance.”
Sergeant Robert White of 23 Bath Street was wounded for the third time whilst fighting in France. Sergeant White had seen 14 years service with the Gordon Highlanders and was promoted on the field for bravery. He was in a trench on the front line with three comrades when a bomb exploded in their midst. His three comrades were killed. Sergeant White, who had previously been shot in the leg, received further serious injuries to the limb which necessitated amputation.
Annie Franchi of 4 Seafield Road and Peter Murray of 17 Portobello High Street were each fined 5s for failing to obscure lights in their houses so as to be visible from the outside.
A pin cushion tea, supported by the Dowager Duchess of Abercorn was held in Portobello which raised £18 1s 9d for the red Cross Work Party.
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