BX September 23, 1915
Bullet Hit Sleeping Bag While Lieutenant Thomas Roy Coleman Slept – Former Accountant of Imperial Bank Here Tells of His Adventures on the Firing Line, Including His Narrow Escape From a Spent German Bullet, Which Hit But Three Inches Away From Him While He Slept
Two interesting letters have been received in the city by Mrs. J.M. Coleman of Farringdon Hill from her son, Lieutenant Thomas Roy Coleman a former accountant in the Imperial Bank, who enlisted at Galt at the outbreak of hostilities. Lieut. Coleman relates his recent experiences in the trenches, including a three inch escape from being hit by a German bullet. In every paragraph there is evidenced the spirit of the true soldier who is resigned to take the worst and the best in the same spirit, uncomplaining. Two brothers, Jack and Frank, are now with the 32nd Battery overseas squad here. The two letters follow:
September 15, 1915
My Dear Mother,
Just a few lines. I am fine and hope you are all well and happy. I have not had word from you for some time, but I guess that is on account of me changing my address.
It is raining slightly this afternoon and we are keeping to our tents. It is very quiet up around the firing line today. The artillery is working a little, as per usual.
When I got up this morning I found a German bullet in my sleeping bag. It came right through the tent. Once I was lucky; it hit about three inches from me. It was just about spent though, so it wouldn’t have done me very much harm. One of our boys was shot through the wrist yesterday by a stray shot.
We are going into the trenches tomorrow night for six days. Did I tell you that I was through some of them? There has been some hard work done around here alright. There are rows and rows of trenches and great dug-outs in all of them. They are quite comfortable providing Fritz doesn’t throw over a few grenades or bombs.
Our artillery is at it again. They seem to have the drop on the Huns here alright. Does one good to hear our shells go screaming over at them.
I have a birthday this month, haven’t I mother? Will be 25. About a year ago now I was about to go to Galt. It has been a very short year to me. My new work has been so interesting; I guess that accounts for it. The war will be over in another year’s time easily and everything will be dandy again.
Did I tell you I met young Braund out here? He came up from Havre with us and has joined the 4th Battalion. He has been sick.
After our turn in the trenches we are going back about seven miles for a six days’ rest. We will be able to have baths there and a general clean-up. Not very much water floating around here. The water we get to wash in is very black.
For breakfast this morning I had bacon and eggs, bread and butter and jam and tea. For lunch I had boiled corn on the cob, bread and butter and jam. Tonight we will probably have a meat of some kind and potatoes and bread and butter and tea. We eat in a little tent about four feet high. There are five of us, quite a happy family.
The bloomin’ Huns put a shell over a few minutes ago, but it didn’t come near us at all. I wish you could see us prick up our ears when we hear a scream coming our way. It would make you laugh.
I never saw such a country as this for wasps. They are here by millions, and the brutes appear to actually love me. I am afraid the love is not mutual.
I was going to send you the bullet that came so close to me, but old soldiers say that it is very lucky to get the first one and keep it, so you will have to wait until I come back.
I have just got word that I am to take a working party up the line tonight. It is raining slightly and it will probably be very dark, but I am ready for it. Duty must be done!
Tom
September 3, 1915
The Trenches
My Darling Mother,
Well I am here and things are as good as can be expected. We don’t expect patent leather boots and silk shirts here, and we certainly don’t get them. It has been raining ever since we came in the trenches last night and they are in very bad shape, up to our bootlegs in mud. I am quite comfortable though. I am writing this in my dugout and it is very dry. I have to take a trip through our trenches every hour or so.
There was a terrific fight up on our left here last night. I hear the British took three lines of German trenches. The fire was terrific. The big guns were roaring continuously for an hour. They go Rump, Rump, Rump, Rump, Rump, Rump. Things are very quiet on our front. We are in a fine spot just here. They are at it again up at Ypres – not so very far from us – about 7 miles.
Keep up your hearts of steel, everything is alright. We will be in here for six days and then we go seven miles back for a six day rest.
I haven’t had a wash since yesterday morning and my whiskers are about 3 inches long. Some looking scout this morning. As soon as the weather clears up we will get our water etc., and then a clean-up for me. I was just saying to my captain I wonder what it would feel like to have a nice white collar, silk socks, fancy vest, etc, on. Makes me smile. I was never happier than I am right now. I slept like a log last night and the guns on our left were pounding away.
Tom