BX November 3, 1914
Letter From Her Brother – Mrs. Drake Receives Word From a Member of the First Canadian Contingent
Mrs. Drake, 84 Spring Street is in receipt of a letter from her brother, Sergt. A. Davis who is a member of the first Canadian active service contingent in which he tells of the trip across the ocean. The letter was written on board ship before the troops were landed at Plymouth. It follows:
October 20, 1914
Devonport
11304, Sergt. A. Davis,
G. Company, 4th Provisional Battalion,
1st Brigade, Canadian Expeditionary Force,
Salisbury Plain, England
S.S. Tyrolia (into Lake Erie)
Dear Neil and Jack
I expect you will have heard by now that we have arrived in England. In fact we have been here six days now, but we are not allowed off the boat yet and don’t seem to show any signs of going ashore. They are making all arrangements for bathing and washing parades up to Thursday night, so we don’t know what to think. It seems pretty hard after being kept a prisoner at Valcartier for 5 weeks and up to the present we have been 25 days on the water, and now we are lying within a stone’s throw of land and not allowed ashore. When we do go ashore we are going to Salisbury Plain, about 13 miles from Bulford, so you can see that we shall be right away from civilization again. What troops they have sent ashore have gone at night and been rushed straight to the station and off to the Plains without a chance to buy even a packet of fags. There are 1,170 men on board here besides the crew, so you can see that we are pretty crowded. Men are sleeping in the passages and anywhere there is a little bit of room, and we have not had a proper chance to wash our clothes since we left Brantford, so I suppose you won’t be surprised to hear that some of the men are beginning to throw their clothes overboard. When we were about two days out from here we ran out of tobacco and fags, so you can imagine the feelings of everyone when we discovered that we had nothing to smoke. Matches are selling at from 10 to 35 cents a box (safetys) and I saw one fellow give a quarter for 9 matches without a box. Players cigarettes are worth 50 cents a packet, and Woodbines 10 to 25 cents a packet. As I am writing this I am smoking a Woodbine. Can’t you smell it? We were supposed to disembark at Southampton, but on the way up the channel they received news that several German submarines had escaped from the Baltic and were waiting in the channel for us, so they put into the nearest port, which was Plymouth Sound. There are no facilities for disembarking at Plymouth, so they ran us right up the sound to Devonport, where we are disembarking at the dockyard. But it is a big contract to unload 32,000 men and horses, guns wagons and stores as well, and they cannot get more than two boats in there at a time, as the place was never meant for Atlantic-liners. When you write, address the letters to Salisbury Plain, as I have given the address over the top. We expect to be there till Christmas, so we shall have quite a spell in old England. They tell me the whole country is under martial law and there seems to be warships and searchlights everywhere around here. Officers are allowed ashore and on Sunday several men and some of the sergeants were allowed ashore for about four hours, and they had to send an escort to fetch some of them back. Two of the men are not back yet and they are sending a search party for them today. They are both Brantford fellows. Well, I must close now as I am supposed to be on duty and they will soon be asking questions, so good-bye for the present.
Your loving brother,
Albert
BX May 18, 1915
Pte. Lofty is Missing But May Turn up Later - Letters from the Front – Sergt. Davis Writes Home Telling of the Fighting in Which the Canadians Played a Prominent Part – Dirty Tricks of Germans Make the Blood of Canadians Boil
Two interesting letters have been received by Mrs. J. Davis, 80 Spring Street, from her sons, Sergt. A. Davis, formerly color-sergeant with the Dufferin Rifles here, and Pte. Harry Davis, also a former member of the Dufferin Rifles. In the letter from Sergt. Davis the news is given that On April 28, Pte. Wm. Lofty, of Brantford, was missing, and it was feared to be killed, though it was possible that he would turn up later, a number of stragglers having made their way back to the lines. The letter from Sergt. A. Davis reads as follows:
April 28, 1915
Dear Parents,
Just a line or two to let you know that Harry and myself are still both keeping well. I guess you will be getting rather anxious now that you know that we have been right in the thick of it, but I can assure you that we were never better in our lives.
We have been and for that matter are now right in the thick of it, but it is very heartening news when we hear of the successes along the lines. I have seen a few sights in the past few days, and it makes a fellow’s blood boil when we see the dirty tricks which the Germans play. I am sorry that I cannot tell you all the news with regard to our casualties, but no doubt that by this time you will know nearly all. I am sorry to say that Bill Lofty is missing and believed to be dead, but we cannot be sure of anything yet, as stragglers are coming in every day.
I think that our battalion has made a pretty good name for itself, and in my opinion they deserve all the compliments that are passed. We have had some near shaves, too. Harry got a bullet through his shoulder straps, which ripped his coast and shirt without scratching him. I had a bullet through my hat and found that my puttee had been torn by a bit of shrapnel. I didn’t mind the bullets so much, but the poison gas shells are the things which we would all like to get one back for. We lay from about 7 o’clock in the morning until reinforcements came at dusk, within about 120 yards of the German position, and they were dropping gas bombs round us all the time. They make your eyes run so that you can hardly see and almost stifle you, but there will be a reckoning day, and we shall not be the sufferers then.
The battle is still going on and now our side is advancing hand over hand. When we went up to the attack we had about a mile of open ground to go over, but there was never a murmur, and never a thought of retreat. We went up laughing and joking. I am more proud of belonging to the 4th Battalion than I have ever been of anything. I think this is the beginning of the end, and I don’t think it will be long before we are all on our way home. I am very thankful that we pulled through all right, and we are now in the best of spirits. Remember me to all.
P.S.: It is rather uncomfortable wearing a white starch shirt to crawl in and out of dugouts with. You see I had not had a change of clothes for about six weeks, and as my “company” was getting quite troublesome I thought I had better forage around, so found a Sunday shirt in one of the ruined houses. I also found a pair of white ladies’ stockings for Harry, and he is quite a nib now in his tea-party socks.
Your loving son,
Bert
BX June 22, 1915
Got A Nice Soft Wound – Description of Wound of Pte. Harry Davis, by His Brother Sergt. A.H. Davis in Letter Home
Mrs. J. Davis, 80 Spring Street, whose two sons, Sergt. A.H. (Bert) and Pte. Harry, are with the First Contingent of Dufferin Rifles at the front, has received letters from her sons, one of whom, Harry, was slightly wounded in the left shoulder, and sent to a hospital at Versailles, France, and thence to Manchester, England. Pte. Harry Davis, with characteristic soldierly reticence, tells his mother and little of his own sufferings and troubles and though he must have suffered through his wounds, scarcely mentions them in his letter.
Mrs. Davis has received many letters of sympathy from local friends, and especially from the officers and members of the Canadian Order of Oddfellows, of which Pte. Harry Davis is a member.
Sergt. Burt Davis relates very interestingly his experiences in the trenches and his concern over the welfare of his brother. Sergt Davis was in the trenches, only 50 yards from the Germans, and he tells how many of his comrades were buried in the trenches when they were destroyed by the guns of the Teutons. His letter follows:
June 2, 1915
Dear Mother and Father,
Just a line or two in answer to your last letter, which I received a few days ago whilst I was in the trenches. I guess by now you have heard that Harry has been slightly wounded, but it is nothing to worry about, as it is only a flesh wound in the left shoulder. I saw him just after he was wounded and he was in good spirits and looking forward to a good rest in the hospital. I have not heard from him yet, but they shift them around so much at first that I guess he is waiting till he gets settled somewhere. I hope he gets to England with it, as there is a likelihood of him staying there if he does. It is a great load off my mind, knowing that he is away from this hell. I can tell you he has been quite a worry to me whenever we got in any tight corners, and I know he worried about me too, as sometimes we did not see each other for days. Don’t worry about him, as he is what we call lucky to get a nice soft hit.
We were in the trenches for nine days the last time, and we did not come out till yesterday morning. It was a pretty hard place too, as we were only 50 yards from the Germans, and it was in a part we had regained from the Germans. They were shelling us all the time and buried any amount of men in the trenches by blowing them in. The part of the trench I was in was blown in the morning before we came out, and there were 11 of us buried, but we all got out without any injuries.
We had a lot of casualties up there, but as usual I scraped through without a scratch again, except for a small piece of my ear being knocked off by a piece of shell, but that was nothing. My luck has been pretty good so far and I hope it continues. We are out again for a rest, sleeping outdoors. My bed is under an apple tree in an orchard.
I wrote to Mrs. Lofty the other day and received an answer yesterday. She said she was very glad I wrote, and she was still hoping for better news, but now she is sure. She wrote a very nice letter, and I guess she feels pretty badly, but such is war, and it is a terrible war, too. No one can imagine what it is like unless they have been here and been through what we have.
I had some fags sent to me yesterday from the school by Mr. Plenty and, by the way, he wrote. I take it that they are sent by the boys of the first class. It is very good of people to remember us like that. I am taking all of Harry’s letters and will send them on to him as soon as I hear from him, so write as usual.