BX October 29, 1914
Sergt-Major Roberts Writes of Canadian Trip to England – Most of the Boys Were Sea-Sick But He Was Fortunate Enough to Escape – Much Pleased With the Treatment Accorded up Till the Time of Writing
The following interesting letter detailing the experiences of the 25th Brant Dragoons during their trip to the old land has been received by Mrs. Roberts from Sergt.-Major A. Roberts, of that organization:
October 6, 1914
Here we are on the ocean, we have been on board 11 days this Tuesday and we expect to land a week from tomorrow, but of course that is all guess-work. We can’t tell where we will land, but I will be able to in this letter, for I want to mail it when we land. We are having a fine trip thus far, if it only continues. I guess I told you before that the major and myself had a private cabin – private with the exception that an English Church clergyman is with us, and is great company. We have a private bath, and I take a salt water bath every day. It was a bit rough last night. I could not sleep well, but that was because I sleep too much in the daytime. I have nothing to do but eat and sleep and I lay down after dinner and sleep for two or three hours.
It is a sight to see this fine lot of ships in line together. I think that there are about 40 ships and there may be more, for sometimes we can just see the big cruisers off to one side, first on the sky line as they come in sight for a while, and then away they go again, watching all around us. We are in three rows, 12 ships in the outside lines and 11 in the middle line. The ship that we are on is in the middle line. Then there are battleships in front of us and behind us. It is a sight now none ever saw before, and may never see again. It doesn’t seem like going across the ocean, there are so many ships in sight.
There have been a lot of the men sea-sick, but I have not been sea-sick yet. In fact I have not missed a meal. It is surprising how many Englishmen get sick. This is Wednesday night, and I can’t write much, as the sea is too rough. There were two dead men in the fleet, but this is to be expected with so many men on board. On Oct. 10. Well everything is going we have been aboard about two weeks. I have not had a letter since you left Valcartier, but I know that you have sent them, and they will be waiting for me in England when I get there on Oct. 11. Well everything is going fine. We are having a chicken dinner on Sunday. I saw them taking the chickens into the kitchen. They say it will take 700 to give all a chicken dinner. One thing that is scarce here is newspapers. I have not seen one on board. That does not say that there is not a Brantford paper printed.
Oct. 11 we had a nice church service this morning, on deck, the weather being fine. You should have heard the men singing, it was grand. They took up a collection and it was $100, which went to the orphans of dead soldiers. We broke up into three lots, that being so that we will not all go in together. I don’t think that we are all going to unload at the same place. There are too many boats, and it would take too long to unload. Two boats left us this morning – the regulars it is reported, they going direct to France. It is certain that we will go to England, but we can’t tell how long we will be there. We are now just running into port – Portsmouth – so I must close,
Sergt. Major A. Roberts
BX November 14, 1914
Word From the Brantford Boys – Another Interesting Letter Received From Sergeant Major Arthur Roberts By His Family
Mrs. Roberts has received another welcome and interesting letter from her husband, Sergeant Major Arthur Roberts, who left Brantford with the first Canadian contingent, and is now in training with the Canadians at Salisbury Plain, England, being attached to the First Battalion of the First Brigade, which is in Bustard Camp:
My Dear Wife and Family
Well here we are in England and we certainly had some time getting here. We left the boat in two lots after dinner on Wednesday and the first half got a train out of Plymouth at 6.30, and the balance about 8.30. We were in the second lot. We travelled about 70 miles by train and then got off and waited for about two hours. No person seemed to know what we were waiting for, but we finally got started about 2 o' clock in the morning up a dark country road, with the rain falling very heavily. After we had tramped for about 10 miles we discovered that we were on the wrong road, so those ahead woke up the farmers to find out where we were. While they were getting directions, eight or nine of us found a shed in a field. On going in we found a lot of sheep sleeping, so we lay down with them and went to sleep until morning. At daylight we started off again. It was still raining, but we got to camp about 10 o' clock in the morning and joined the rest of the bunch who had gone on through the night. Everybody was wet through. Imagine me walking the distance between Brantford and Waterford.
Salisbury Plain is something like Valcartier, only we are more spread out, the camps being from 10 to 15 miles apart. The officers are being allowed from three to six days' leave and the major and myself are going together, but not for a few days yet. He has some swell friends in London and he wants me to meet them.
We expect to be under canvass for about three more weeks, but they are building huts for us about ten miles from here. They say we are to remain in training here until spring, but I think we will be quite comfortable during the winter.
It is surprising to see how the English meet the Canadians – they make us believe we are the only people on earth. They cannot do enough for the soldiers from Canada. We are welcomed every place we go and everybody wants some little thing for a keepsake, a crescent, button, or Canadian copper. One of our fellows came in without a button on his tunic. Old people coax us to go home and have a cup of tea with them, in every town we pass through they turn out and cheer us on, wherever our train stopped there were boys at the station with boxes of cigars and cigarettes to distribute among us. It certainly has been something never to be forgotten.
This is the first really fine day we have had. The sun is shining, so the boys will get a chance to get dried out. I have received only two letters from home at the time of writing. I know you are writing regularly, but we do not get our mail very promptly. They say we will be getting a bunch all at once some of these days. You can imagine what it is getting the mails going right for a bunch of 33,000. After we are here a while things will undoubtedly improve and I guess they are doing the very best they can for the present, but we are all anxious to hear from home.
I started this letter last night, but heard the Y.M.C.A. men singing and discontinued to go over to the meeting. We go over to the Y.M.C.A. every night. The leader is a friend of Major Gillies, and is a fine fellow. He comes from Stratford, and I like him very much and seldom miss a meeting.
I just received another letter, dated Oct. 5, so you see they are coming along, though slowly.
Give my regards to all of my friends. It is drawing near to Christmas and there is one thing we will be sure of over here – Turkey
Arthur