We were all put into a lorry and jolted over bad roads to a town called La Beuvierre, where we had to bundle out and pair off with sergeants. We were given a scheme which we had to report on. It was something about moving a battalion and was pretty average bilgewater to write a report on, as everyone had a different idea. The reports were discussed at twelve, and at one we proceeded to an estaminet to eat sandwiches. The estaminet being crowded, Jamison and I went into a small miners cottage and sat by the fire. We issued forth at two and found everyone paraded, waiting for us. They paraded before time. In the afternoon, a sapper took us and showed us how trenches should be dug and talked a lot more bilge. Then we came home. There was the usual lecture at five thirty.
This reminds me of the mandatory holiday composition that children wrote after the summer holidays: We went to the beach. We played in he sand. Father fell asleep. We went home.
ReplyDeleteDon't think I have La Beuvierre ... mm ... not on the map I use ... town at some distance but a bad road ...
Found the place where Walford did the boring training. Spelt 'Labeuvriere' with a grave, and is in the opposite direction to the front, which makes sense.
Aha. Shall look. I like the way he and Jamison have become firm friends and are now the naughtiest boys in the school.
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ReplyDeleteFunny to think of a GGF as 'naughty' ...