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With French in France and
Flanders
Being the Experiences
of a Chaplain
Attached to a Field Ambulance
by
Owen Spencer
Watkins
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This is
the April 1915 Third Edition
A scarce book,
dealing with an unusual aspect of the fighting in the opening
battles of the First World War,
concerning the 14th Field Ambulance, attached to the Fifth
Division.
“The following pages . . . were
written on the march, in bivouac and billet, with no thought
that they would ever be given permanent form. They make no
pretence to be of any military value, or to reveal the secret
counsels of those who are conducting the campaign. If they are
of any value at all, it is that they attempt to present a
faithful picture of the life lived, and the work done, by those
splendid troops who undoubtedly saved France, and perhaps the
whole of Europe, from the military despotism of Germany . . .”
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Publisher and place of
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Dimensions in inches (to
the nearest quarter-inch) |
London:
Charles H. Kelly |
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5 inches wide x 7¾ inches tall |
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Edition |
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Length |
April 1915 [Third Edition;
first published in March 1915] |
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192 pages |
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Condition of covers |
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Internal condition |
Original
red cloth gilt. The front and rear boards are rubbed and there are a few minor marks, but
remain bright and fresh. The spine has, however, faded badly with almost
total loss of colour and a
slightly mottled effect. The spine-ends and corners are bumped and there is
a forward spine lean. |
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There is a previous owner's
name inscribed in pencil on the front end-paper (which is also creased).
The paper has generally tanned with age and those pages
adjacent to the photographic illustrations are discoloured (toning from the
chemicals) while the illustrations themselves are also discoloured in the
white margins. The text is clean throughout but with a somewhat musty smell. |
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Dust-jacket present? |
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Other
comments |
No |
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Despite the badly faded spine and some
mustiness, a bright and clean example of this scarce
account. |
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Illustrations,
maps, etc |
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Contents |
Please see below |
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Please see below |
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Post & shipping
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Payment options |
The packed weight is approximately
550 grams.
Full shipping/postage information is
provided in a panel
at the end of this listing.
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With French in France and
Flanders
Contents
I. The Retreat From Mons
II. The Battle of Le Cateau and After
III. The Battle of the Marne
IV. The Battle of the Aisne
V. From the Aisne to Northern France
VI. Holding the Bethune — Arras — La Bassee Line
VII. Barring the Road to Calais
VIII. The Battle of Ypres — Armentieres
IX. In Trenches and Billets
Supplementary Note
Illustrations
Owen S. Watkins (Frontispiece)
The Officers of 14th Field
Ambulance
' The Next Day We Passed Quietly In Bivouac'
Serches, with the Three
Ambulances of 5th Division
Parked in a Meadow
Reinforcements to 14th Field Ambulance
The Sick and Wounded in the Church at Dranoutre
Farm at Wulverghem, Used by Capt. Brown and Lieut.
Eccles as their Regimental Aid-Post
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With French in France and
Flanders
The Retreat From Mons
On August 16, in accordance with orders
received from the War Office, I reported myself for duty with No. 14 Field
Ambulance, which was mobilizing at Dublin. I found the ambulance camped in
Phoenix Park. The first of my brother officers to greet me was the
Quartermaster, Lieutenant Grenfell, R.A.M.C, an old friend, and a Methodist
local preacher, who in the days that have followed has been my chief helper
in all Christian work, and my very good friend. The next was Dr. W. S. Danks
(of Sutton, Surrey), an Old Leysian, who had volunteered for service, and
been given the temporary rank of lieutenant in the Royal Army Medical Corps,
and to whom I have also been greatly indebted for many kindnesses during the
recent days of stress and trial. The Officer Commanding the Field Ambulance
was, I found, Lieutenant-Colonel G. S. Crawford, a member of a family which,
in several of its branches, has rendered such fine service to Irish
Methodism, and whose sympathies were, I speedily discovered, with me in the
work that I was sent to do.
The personnel of the ambulance consisted of
nine medical officers, one quartermaster, two chaplains (Rev. D. P.
Winnifrith, Church of England, and myself, Wesleyan), and 240
non-commissioned officers and men. Within a few hours of my arrival I was
enabled to hold a parade service under the trees, which was attended by four
officers, who were Nonconformists, and some fifty of the men. It was a
memorable service, and I, at any rate, felt deeply moved as I addressed
these men, who I had reason to believe would be in the thick of battle
before another Sunday dawned.
Of our preparations for departure, and our embarkation on board the
transport City of Benares I need not write; it is to the soldier at
any rate no unusual experience. As the voyage was to be a short
one, the ship was filled to its utmost capacity, and carried two
Field Ambulances, a General Hospital, part of a Bridging Train
of Royal Engineers, and an Ammunition Train of Royal Artillery.
Again I came across many Methodists, and not a few old friends
with whom I had served in other lands. Amongst the forty Nursing
Sisters on board I found many Irish Methodists, noteworthy
amongst these being Miss Birkett, who had given up her important
post as Matron of the Mercer Hospital, Dublin, in order to care
for our sick and wounded soldiers in France. On board we had
five chaplains, three Church of England, one Roman Catholic, and
myself. Our opportunities for holding meetings were very
limited, but one evening we contrived to get the men together
and hold a united service, in which all the chaplains, except,
of course, the Roman Catholic, took part.
During our short voyage of
forty-eight hours we were ' convoyed' from Ireland to Land's End
by British men-of-war and through the English Channel by French
warships. At Land's End the British ship that had been watching
over us passed within hailing distance, and the ' bluejackets '
crowded to the ship's side shouting their good wishes, to which
our men responded with ringing cheers.
Dawn found us at Le Havre, where
we disembarked—a long process, as the horses and heavy waggons
were not easy to get out of the hold in a port where there was,
apparently, a shortage of heavy cranes. But at last the task was
completed, and, amidst the welcoming shouts of the inhabitants
of Havre, we marched to a ' rest camp' a few miles out of the
town, where we were told we should remain for a day or two, so
that our horses might have opportunity to recover from the
effects of the sea voyage.
Saturday, August 22, we entrained,
our destination being, so we were informed, Valenciennes.
Ordinarily I believe the journey takes about seven hours, but so
disorganized was the traffic with the number of troops passing
to the front that we were on the road for over twenty hours, and
did not reach Valenciennes until Sunday morning. -With as little
delay as possible we detrained, for we were told the great fight
at Mons had already started, and we were urgently needed in the
fighting line.
Then followed a twenty miles
march, almost without a halt, through villages where the
population received us with enthusiasm—showered flowers upon us
as we passed, pressed gifts of fruit, wine, cider, tea, and
coffee upon the troops, whilst our men, to show their gratitude,
shouted "Vive la France" chanted the Marseillaise, and cheered
until they were hoarse. Then the dark and sleeping villages were
suddenly awakened by the tramp of men. The troops were now
marching doggedly and silently, the monotonous tramp, tramp
almost sent me to sleep in the saddle, and would have done so
but for the aching of bones and muscles which for long had been
unaccustomed to so many hours on horseback.
Towards morning we halted in the
little town of Bavai, and bivouacked in the main square. Here we
found a Red Cross Hospital in charge of a priest and a few
sisters, and in it were already some of our men; one, a man of
the Dorset Regiment, was apparently dying of pneumonia ;
another, a Royal Engineer, smashed in a motor accident, had just
died, and, at the request of the Sisters, Mr. Winnifrith held a
little service, where he lay in the mortuary. Then, fully
dressed, we threw ourselves down on vacant beds in one of the
wards and snatched a couple of hours' sleep.
We wakened just after dawn to the
sound of heavy firing, and without waiting even for breakfast we
at once moved off. Early in our march we learned from a staff
officer who passed us at the gallop that the British had fallen
back, and were now holding the line of the Mons Canal, and that
the odds against them were simply overwhelming. He urged us to
push on, as there was a shortage of ambulances, and the casualty
list was already very heavy. Shortly after we crossed the
Belgian frontier, and there were met by the transport of our
Division (the 5th) returning into France.
As we urged forward our weary men
and horses, our progress was constantly impeded by pathetic
crowds of terror-stricken refugees—women, children, old
men—coming along the road in droves, carrying their few
valuables on their backs, weeping piteously, some dropping
exhausted by the roadside, and all telling heart-rending stories
of homes in flames, and some of outrages which made the blood
run cold, and caused men to set their lips tight and talk in
undertones of the revenge they hoped to take. I cannot describe
it; it will not bear thinking about; but it has left a mark on
our hearts and memories which nothing can efface . . .
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With French in France and
Flanders
The Battle of the Aisne
The victory on the banks of the Maine brought
no rest to the British Expeditionary Force. The enemy was in full retreat,
and, if possible, they must be kept on the run, so, doggedly, we followed at
their heels. How the weary, hard-tried infantry kept at it was nothing less
than miraculous. Rarely have troops been so tried, for it must not be
forgotten that the men who now pursued were the same who had passed through
the privations and horrors of the retreat from Mons, and they had not
rested, or even had proper hours of sleep, since they had landed in France.
It was a devastated country through which we
passed—ruined villages, trampled vineyards, wrecked farmhouses, and
constantly by the roadside the still, grey-clad figure of a German soldier
who had fought his last fight. The almost tropical heat of the previous days
had changed to driving rain and bitter cold; the roads were churned into
deep mud by the passing of thousands of horses, men, guns, and transport,
and at night most of us found no better bivouac than a field of turnips, and
were thankful if it had a hedge under which we could crawl to shelter from
the rain. Saturday, September 12, is memorable to the
members of 14th Field Ambulance, for it was then that, for the first time
during the campaign, they enjoyed the luxury of a ' billet.' We marched into
the little town of Chacrise at dusk, the rain coming down in sheets, and
were told we were at liberty to find shelter in the houses, stables, and
barns, and make ourselves comfortable for the night. My billet was in the
house of an old couple, all of whose sons were away fighting, and whose joy
it was to make my comrades and self as comfortable as they could. Everything
they had was placed at our disposal, and we spent a delightful evening by
the great open fire in their quaint, old-fashioned kitchen, and later I made
my bed on the tiled floor in front of the same fire.
But even here we were not permitted to forget
that we were on active service, for a seriously wounded Hussar was brought
in, and he had at once to be attended to. Whilst on reconnaissance with his
regiment he had been shot through the abdomen, and had actually galloped two
miles in that condition to where he knew the ambulance was billeted, with
the result that his serious injury was greatly aggravated. The medical
officer who examined him returned with a grave face, reporting, ' I fear
that ride has finished him. His only chance is for us to operate at once.'
Hastily the little parlour of the farmhouse was converted into an
operating-room, and the surgeons started their grim but merciful work. But
it was in vain. The Rev. D. P. Winnifrith was with him at the end, and at
dawn he was laid to rest in the cemetery of the little church below the
hill. The next day was Sunday, but was by no means a
day of rest, for then began that long-drawn-out battle, or series of
battles, which is not yet ended, and which, for want of a better name, is
called the Battle of the Aisne. At 3.30 a.m. we were on the move, at dawn
the heavy guns came into action, and later we learned that the cavalry were
in touch with the enemy. The rain had cleared off, but the wind was keen and
searching ; my horse went dead lame, and for the rest of the day I had to
trudge through the ankle-deep mud.
At midday we reached the beautiful little town
of Serches, surrounded by steep, pine-clad hills, and here the three
ambulances of the 5th Division were ' parked ' in a meadow; houses were
occupied as temporary hospitals and dressing-stations, and after a hurried
meal the stretcher parties started to look for and bring in the wounded. The
noise of battle was now deafening, and through the roar of artillery and the
bursts of rifle fire could be heard the regular rip-rip-tip of the Maxims,
which told that the infantry must be in close touch with the enemy.
In company with Majors Goldsmith and Fawcett,
and the bearers of No. 14, I went forward in the direction of that
awe-inspiring din, and as we advanced we learned that our whole strength was
being hurled upon the German line in order to force the passage of the River
Aisne. In the village of Jury we halted the bearers and rode on to
reconnoitre. Soon we were passing through batteries which were hotly
engaged, and from a hillside got a bird's-eye-view of the infantry fighting
in the plain below, but soon decided that for the present it was impossible
for the bearers to reach the wounded, who we knew must now be there in great
numbers. Still the dreadful noise of battle, and the
bursting of shell in the midst of the batteries we had just passed. Overhead
a German and a British aeroplane were engaged in an exciting duel, and at
the same time both sides seemed to be shelling them. As we watched with
strained eyes the German gave a sudden lurch and appeared to be falling,
then turned and lolloped away like a lame duck, dropping as it flew, and
just managed to land within its own lines, closely pursued by our bursting
shrapnel—the British airman was victorious.
Then came tidings—' the Germans have been
driven from their first line of trenches, and have crossed the river,
blowing up the bridges behind them,' and a bridging train of the Royal
Engineers went rumbling by at the gallop with their great pontoons,
advancing to bridge the river, so that the infantry might continue their
pursuit. Five hundred yards from the river we found an
advance dressing-station, and meanwhile Colonel Crawford had pushed on his
ambulance (No. 14), and had established his headquarters in the village of
Jury, where was ample accommodation in great barns for the wounded and for
his own men, whilst in a farmhouse a room had been converted into an
operating-room which would have been a credit to any hospital. Then
darkness; but still the dreadful noise of battle, and rain which was
tropical in its violence.
Our arrangements were hardly complete before
the ambulance waggons from the advance dressing-station began to roll in
with their loads of mutilated men. ' And still,' they said, ' the bearers
are bringing them in as fast as they can across the heavy, rain-soaked
fields, for Majors Richards and Fawcett have crossed the river on the
Engineers' rafts, and are in close touch with the fighting infantry.'
All through the night the bridging train
worked at their bridges, whilst a Field Company of Royal Engineers, with
pontoon rafts, ferried the fighting troops over the river, and all night
long the German guns searched the valley, striving to prevent the work, but
when day dawned the whole fighting force of the 5th Division had crossed the
Aisne. With the coming of day the firing was redoubled, and still the
ceaseless pouring rain, and we were told that the enemy had fallen back upon
a range of hills, where they were strongly entrenched, a position which had
been rendered well-nigh impregnable by weeks of ceaseless preparation. This
our infantry were about to attack. Later in the day I paid a visit to our
advance dressing-station, and arrived to find Major Fawcett and Major
Richards just starting out with their bearers. We got as far as the pontoon
raft, by which we had hoped to cross the river, but here were stopped. '
There are plenty of wounded and dead,' they said, ' but they can only be
reached by crossing an open plain, over which nothing can pass alive ; you
must wait until dark.'
Later we got into touch with some of the
infantry, and the wounded began to trickle in; then the darkness, and for
the stretcher-bearers serious work began. 'They had to carry the wounded a
distance of over two miles across ploughed fields, sodden with rain, in
darkness black as the grave; and from sunset till dawn they kept at their
work with never a word of complaint. Truly there are no braver or more
self-sacrificing men in this army than the orderlies and stretcher-bearers
of the Royal Army Medical Corps.
Meanwhile, at the advanced dressing-station,
and in Jury, the doctors were hard at work. I never saw better arrangements,
or, indeed, arrangements half as good, as those which Colonel Crawford and
his officers made at Jury. Many an officer and man, during this and the
following days, who owe their lives to the surgical skill of Captain Lindsay
and Lieutenants Tasker and Clark, could not possibly have been saved but for
the careful preparation beforehand, and the almost ideal operating-theatre
into which the room in that little farmhouse had been converted. All through
the night they laboured at the operating-tables 'lopping the limb to save
the life,' and it was not until dawn, when for a time the incoming stream of
casualties was stayed, that they were able to snatch a brief sleep. During
the night over 150 men had passed through their hands.
But the carrying of the wounded out of action,
the dressing of their wounds, and, when absolutely necessary, operating, is
by no means all that has to be done by a Field Ambulance. For from the
operating-room the wounded were carried to barns strewn with clean straw,
where nursing orderlies watched over them and refreshed them with hot beef
tea, &c; and it is here that the chaplain has one of his best opportunities
of service. Later, when rested and refreshed, the injured men have again to
be placed in the ambulance waggons, conveyed to 'refilling point' (the
point where the motor-lorries which bring supplies to the fighting
force transfer their loads to the regimental supply waggons), and there
transferred to the empty lorries returning to railhead.
This has to be done every night, for the Held
Ambulance accompanies the fighting force, is constantly on the move, and
cannot be cumbered with sick, as its ambulance waggons may be required for
fresh casualties at any moment. Sometimes it is not possible to reach the
motor-lorries in time, and the order to march comes before we have '
evacuated' our sick ; then a house is converted into a temporary hospital, a
medical officer and nursing orderlies are left behind in charge, with orders
to rejoin the column as best they can when they have sent their sick down to
the base —which often means that they are separated from us for days.
All through Tuesday the fight still raged on,
though now our men had been enabled to entrench themselves, and casualties
were not so heavy. Hearing that at a farm on the other side of the river,
near the village of St. Marguerite, there were dead waiting burial, and
about fifty wounded, I rode in that direction, crossing the pontoon bridge
which had been erected by the Royal Engineers. When I reached the open plain
of which we had been told the previous day, I paused, and, seeing an
artillery officer in command of some ammunition waggons, which were
sheltering in a little plantation, I asked, ' Is it safe to cross ?' He
grinned. ' Well, Padre, nothing on this side of the river can exactly be
called safe, but they have not shelled these particular fields for over two
hours, and the stretcher-bearers crossed just now without drawing fire.'
I thought that was good enough, so started to
trot gently across the open. I had covered about half the distance when
there came the ominous shriek of a shell m flight; in a few seconds shrapnel
was bursting all around me, and I confess I thought my last hour had come.
Lying l lat on my horse I drove the spurs in, and let her go for all she was
worth. It was a mad gallop, and it was with feelings of devout thankfulness
to God that at last I drew rein in a little wood near the farm I was
seeking. There I met the General Commanding the 14th
Brigade (General Rolt), and for a while stayed chatting with him and his
staff. Through our field-glasses we watched the effect of our shell on the
wood-clad hills which were held by the enemy, and once or twice saw bodies
of German troops making desperate dashes across openings in the trees, which
were simply swept by our shrapnel.
When I reached the farmhouse which the
regimental doctors had made their headquarters, and into which they had
gathered the wounded men belonging to the regiments to which they were
attached, I found it could only be entered from the back, the road in front
being so swept by the enemy's rifle, machine, and shrapnel fire that no man
could stand upon it and live. Inside I was met by a scene I will not attempt
to describe—a scene all too familiar to doctors and chaplains on service
—the wounded fresh from the fight, grimed, unkempt, bloodstained, and many
of them maimed for life. Fifty in all were gathered there ; some were dying.
Others were in the trenches, whom it would be impossible to reach until
after dark. I did what little I could—and it seemed
woefully little in such a case—and then, in the high-walled orchard, laid an
officer and four men in their last long resting-place. As I read the
glorious words of our Burial Service, there were few of those who gathered
round the grave who could hear my voice, so deafening was the artillery
fire, but all stood with heads uncovered and reverently bowed. And when the
service was ended some constructed a rude cross to mark their comrades'
resting-place, whilst others, with flowers picked in the farm garden, hid
the mound of brown earth with a coverlet of red and blue and gold and white.
Then gathering round me, man after man of the
East Surrey Regiment asked, ' 1 Low are they all at the Home in Eccleston
Street, sir ? ' ' Yes, I know the Duke of Connaught's Home, sir. Why, last
time I was home on furlough from India 1 spent Christmas with you there.
Remember us to Miss Morphew and Mr. Sanford.'
Day after day the battle raged on with
unabated fury. In the first four days the wounded who passed through No. 14
Ambulance numbered thirteen officers and 450 men, whilst the chaplains
buried two officers and twenty men. How many more were gathered in by other
ambulances, or buried by other chaplains, we have no means of knowing.
Inch by inch our men gained ground, until at
last the British and German trenches were only 250 to 300 yards apart; and
both sides were so well dug in that the storm of shot and shell was
powerless to hurt or to move them, and the battle became an artillery duel,
with some infantry ' sniping,' and an occasional fight in the air between
aeroplanes, to vary what was fast becoming the monotony of our lives. The
position almost resembled a siege, except that there was no shortage of
rations. Sometimes a shell would get into a battery, and there would be four
or five men killed and wounded ; sometimes the sniper's bullet would find
its billet, and there would be a man to be carried by the stretcher-bearers
across what was often still the fire-swept plain. Other parts of the
fighting-line it was only possible to reach after dark, as, for instance,
that part of our line near Missy-sur-Aisne, and at one time Bucy-le-Long and
Sermoise. I will not weary my readers with describing in
detail the happenings of this period. One day was much as another, and it
was full of glorious opportunities for doing the work we were sent here to
do. Latterly it has been possible for one brigade at a time to be relieved
from the trenches, and come back to the shelter of Jury for a few days'
rest; and to make room for I hem the Field Ambulance moved back to the
little town of Serches. This was the opportunity Mr. Winnifrith and myself
had long desired, for it gave us the chance of holding services amongst the
men, many of whom had not attended public worship since they left England .
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book shown is for illustrative purposes only and forms no part of this
auction)
Book dimensions are given in
inches, to the nearest quarter-inch, in the format width x height.
Please
note that, to differentiate them from soft-covers and paperbacks, modern
hardbacks are still invariably described as being ‘cloth’ when they are, in
fact, predominantly bound in paper-covered boards pressed to resemble cloth. |
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Fine Books for Fine Minds |
I value your custom (and my
feedback rating) but I am also a bibliophile : I want books to arrive in the
same condition in which they were dispatched. For this reason, all books are
securely wrapped in tissue and a protective covering and are
then posted in a cardboard container. If any book is
significantly not as
described, I will offer a full refund. Unless the
size of the book precludes this, hardback books with a dust-jacket are
usually provided with a clear film protective cover, while
hardback books without a dust-jacket are usually provided with a rigid clear cover.
The Royal Mail, in my experience, offers an excellent service, but things
can occasionally go wrong.
However, I believe it is my responsibility to guarantee delivery.
If any book is lost or damaged in transit, I will offer a full refund.
Thank you for looking.
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view my other listings for
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