BX December 22, 1914
Snipers the Chief Worry of Soldiers at the Front – Brantford Officer Who Has for Some Time Been on Firing Line with English Regiment Sends Interesting Account of His Experiences to His Friends
Major R.W. Leonard, of St. Catharines has received another very interesting letter from his nephew, Lieut. Arthur Bishop of Brantford, who is with the Second Middlesex Regiment at the front in France, and has already seen much active service in the present war. Lieut. Bishop says:
2nd Lt. A.L. Bishop
2nd Middlesex Regt, 23rd Infantry Brigade,
8th Division, B.E.F.
Dear Uncle,
We are back in billets again for three days, having been in the trenches the last three. Nothing very exciting happened as we have taken the defensive generally for the centre, so it is simply a sit tight job for some time unless the situation changes.
We were shelled all day yesterday but no casualties. On Monday C.M. Harvey, one of the Lieuts., in my company and a sterling chap, was killed by a sniper. We are all feeling out about it, as he was a prime favorite.
The snipers are the very devil. My platoon had rather a hard time. Our trench ran at right angles to the general line, to a farm house into which the Germans were, so we were only 40 yards from them and all night long these "Jaeger snipers” kept potting away from the roof, although our artillery constantly pounded them. There were a great many in rear, also in hollow trees and hay stacks. The W. Yorks caught one running across a field wrapped in a sheaf of straw, and promptly did him up. We caught two in our billet this morning, and there is no shrift for them at all. The nights in the trenches are awful. No room, and cold as blazes, so that is why I asked Mr. Hughes to cable you to send me a pair of larrigans, which will be excellent with several pairs of socks, as they are also waterproof.
Another chap and myself have just come back from ---- a mile away, which is all in ruins. We borrowed a couple of lamps there, as every shop is broken open, and one can walk in and take anything. We could have brought some beautiful things, but being in a friendly country, one does not feel the same in taking valuable things.
We were sniped at from a house, and soon found cover but having foolishly not taken any fire arms; it was not advisable to chase the brute up. The women here are just as bad as the men, and one gets awfully charry of everyone one meets. I am writing to Mills & Co., of Kingston, for a pair of fur gloves and a cap, and will take the liberty of telling them to send the bill to you.
Everything in Ruins
The churches, hospitals and houses in the large towns near here are all in the same state. Simply walls and blackened stones. It will take years to set right all the damage done.
You cannot conceive living at home where all is quiet, what a war like this means. Wholesale destruction and damaging things for the mere love of striking terror seems to be the one idea of the Germans. The inhabitants in some of our past billets have told us the most heart-breaking stories of the cruelty and rotten practices that the Germans have done as they occupied all this country after the retreat in August. I have no trouble in conversing with the people; in fact I am getting quite fluent, much to the amusement of the rest of the chaps. They all say that they won't let me leave the regiment, although I haven't said a word about it.
Not Comfortable Quarters
I can imagine that you are awfully fed up with things as you said in your letter that all the chaps were leaving, but I think that if you were here you would not enjoy it very much, especially as we are to sit tight until the Russians do the trick, I believe, and the trenches in the winter are awfully uncomfortable, but we don't grouse a bit, although everyone thinks a lot of the good time we will have when this is over to make up for what we are missing. Nobody, or very few, are carrying swords now, they are practically useless in the trenches. The trenches are only 18 inches wide, to prevent effect of shell fire and Jack Johnson's. At ---- a week ago I had a glorious opportunity of seeing the effect of J.J.'s. The battalion on our right, 150 yards away, was heavily shelled and several of the J.J.'s passed over. When they break the noise is terrific, and huge clouds of black smoke and dirt are thrown up. One landed in the Dorset's trench and, of course, killed all in it.
Enjoying The Experience
Mr. Hughes sent me this note paper which is most welcome. Mother sent me a clipping of the graduating class of R.M.C. and also Hales's enclosure in your letter. It is hard to believe that all but seven are or will be over here, but I think it is splendid and I don't regret taking a commission a bit. It is a glorious life and we have a glorious time, but we are all eager for a good dust up, for as yet it has been simply waiting to be attacked and we got that last week in the other country.
The men in this regiment are awfully fine, recruited from the dives of London and disciplined abroad they make spanking soldiers. Our chief trouble is with the reservists of whom we have some 100 in the battalion. To show you how nonchalant they are, yesterday in day light two slipped out of the trench on my left flank into this farm I spoke about before where the G.'s were only 200 yards away and brought back two chickens and a peacock and armfuls of wood and were fired on all the time without a hit. They thought it was a grand lark. The poultry was very good when cooked, but very, very thin.
Watches Are Acceptable
If you want to give me something of great use for Christmas a watch would be excellent. My wrist watch has absolutely gone west owing to several times being soaked in rain and mud and one wants to know the time at night in the trenches. A luminous face is no good as the light in the day time in the winter here is hardly strong enough to keep it luminous. We only have eight hours of light and haven't seen the sun for days. What I thought of was a watch with a chime in or something similar to be carried in the tunic pocket with a strap, this protecting it from mud, but a chime watch is so frightfully expensive. Besides you might pick up something which you think would be better and cheaper.
There are now three out of four permanent battalions of the Middlesex on active service. In all there are 15 battalions, three in Kitchener's army and the rest territorial’s all abroad. It is the largest regiment in the British Empire, but of course the four permanent battalions are the best of the 15.
I believe the ninth division is at our old camp at Winchester and the Canadians will not be here until January, although Sir John French, in a despatch to the field forces last week said, “We hope soon to welcome the Canadian troops and are sure they will acquit themselves true sons of the Empire." I thought it rather fine.
Yours
Arthur
BX January 16, 1915
Letter From Lieutenant Arthur Leonard Bishop – A Former Brantford Boy Writes About His Experiences in the Trenches
Dr. Miller, of Bishop Ridley College, St. Catharines, received the following interesting letter from Lieut. Arthur Bishop, a former Brantford boy, who is with the forces at the front:
December 23, 1914
In the Trenches
23rd Infantry Brigade, 8th Division
B.E.F.
My Dear Mr. Miller,
In one of the letters from home it is mentioned that the old boys were sending out Christmas cards and asking for my address. It hasn't arrived yet, but I don't think any harm will be done if I write before it does come. We have been out here about two months now and have been continually moving up and down the line and in the trenches. The Germans have been very persistent and have been attacking at regular intervals, all of which we have managed to squash. Their trenches are only 40 yards in front of ours, and each has wire entanglement, or some improvised obstacle in front. Often bits of agricultural machinery from the ruined farms round about. We take all the doors, etc., to use as roofs for our dugouts, and also the straw. It pays to be as comfortable as possible as the weather has been wet and cold all the time and the mud knee deep. Opposite us are the 8th and 13th Bavarians, permanent troops, and they are excellent shots. The moment we stick up our periscope there are several after it. Many amusing incidents have occurred with them. But I am afraid what is amusing to us out here wouldn't be seen in the same light by people at home, as conditions are a bit different. A remarkable thing occurred with them the other day. Both sides attacked and there were many casualties and their trench changed hands twice. Next morning one of our officers, seeing a wounded man in front, advanced to him, one of their officers came towards us. Soon all the troops were in the middle shaking hands and swapping souvenirs. They came into our trench for a smoke and we went to theirs, changed wounded and dead and then returned to our respective trenches. That night we were at it hard again. They were Bavarians and hate the Kaiser and said they wished it was all over as they were fed up. It is remarkable when one thinks of it. When I speak of "our officers" and "our trenches" I mean the regiment we relieved. My own regiment was not in the trenches that day, but on the next. The Bavarians tried the same thing again with us when we were on. But we weren't having any. Their artillery opposite us has been very quiet lately. In November we got it quite heavily from them though. Their Jack Johnson's make an awful row and are very dangerous. At present they have a trench mortar, which is a wicked affair. We use grenades, though, which are none to healthy. Of operations I can tell you nothing. The censors might not like it. It is a magnificent life, and I enjoy it immensely as I am sure all old Ridleys will when the Canadians arrive.
I understand that there is only one more chap besides myself of our R.M.C. class out here at present. But I think that as only three of the whole class hasn’t taken commission it is splendid.
Arthur L. Bishop