Williston graphic., 1918-03-14
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sortment of straps, buckles and other
paraphernalia into it. I thought he
would never stop, but when the pile
reached to my knees he paused long
enough to say, "Next, No. 5217, 'Arris.
B company" gazed in bewilderment
at the pile of junk in front Of me- and
then my eyes wandered around looking
for the wagon which was to carry II
to barracks. I was rudely brought to
earth by the ''quarter" exclaiming,
"'l1re. you, 'op it; tyl1e it aw'y; blind
my eyes, 'e's looking for is batman to
'elp i'm carry it,
Struggling under the load, with fire.
quent pauses for rest, I reached our
barracks (large car barns), and my
platoon leader came to the rescue. 1t
was marvel to me how quickly he
assembled the equipment. After he
had completed the task he showed me
how to adjust it on my person. Pretty
soon stood before him proper Tom
my Atkins in heavy marching order,
feeling like an overloaded camel.
Or my feet were heavy-soled boots,
studded with hObnails, the toes and
heels of which were REINFORCED by
steel half-moons. My legs were in
cased in woolen puttees, olive drab IN
color, with my trousers overlapping
, them at the top. Then woolen khaki
tunic under which was blush gray
woolen shirt, minus collar; beneath
this shirt woolen belly band about
six inches wide. held in place by tie
strings of white tape. On my head
was a heavy woolen trench cap, with
huge earlaps buttoned over the top
Then the equipment: A canvas belt,
with ammunition pockets, and two
wide canvas straps like suspenders,
called "D' straps, fastened to the belt
in front, passing over each shoulder,
crossing in the middle Of my back, and
attached by buckles to the rear of the
belt. On the right side Of the belt
hung water bottle covered with felt;
on the left side was my bayonet and
scabbard, and intrenching tool handle,
this handle strapped to the bayonet
scabbard In the rear was my In
trenching tool, carried in a canvas case.
This tool vas a combination pick and
spade. A canvas haversack was
strapped to the left side Of the belt,
while ON my back was the pack, also
nf canvas, held in place by two canvas
straps over the shoulders; suspended
on the bottom of the pack was my
mess tin or canteen In a neat little
canvas case. Ny waterproof sheet,
looking like a Jelly roll, was strapped
on top Of the pack, with a wooden stick
for cleaning the breach Of the rife pro-
iecting from each end. On a lanyard
around my waist hung huge jack
knife with a can-opener attachment.
The pack contained my overcoat, an
extra pair of socks, change of under
wear, hold all containing knife, fork,
spoor, comb, toothbrush, lather brush.
shaving soap, and a razor made Of tin,
with "Made in England" stamped on
the blade; when trying to shave with
this 1t made you wish that you were
ut war with Patagonia, SO that you
could have "hollow ground" stamped
"Made in Germany then your house
wife, button-cleaning outfit, consisting
Of a brass button stick, two stih
brushes, and a box Of "Soldiers
Friend'' paste; then a shoe brush and
q box Of dublin, q writing pad, indel'
ible pencil, envelopes, and pay book,
and personal belongings, such AZ
small mirror, a decent razor and
sheaf of unanswered letters, and Tags
In your haversack you carry your iron
rations, meaning a tin Of bully beef.
four biscuits and a can containing tea,
sugar and Oxo cubes; couple OF
pipes and pack Of shag, tin Of rifle
oil, and a pull-through. Tommy gen.
orally carries the oil with his rations; {;
1t gives the cheese a sort Of sardine
taste.
| Add to this a first-aid pouch and q
long, ungainly rifle patterned after the
Daniel Boone period, and you have an
/ idea of a British soldier in Blighty.
Before leaving for France, this rifle
is taken from him and he Is issued
with Lee-Enfield short trench rife
and ration bag.
In France he receives two gas he'll
NETS, a sheepskin coat, rubber mack
lntosh, steel helmet, two blankets, tear"
shell goggles, balaclava helmet,
gloves and a tin Of antifrOstbite grease
which is excellent for greasing the
boots. Add to this the weight Of his
rations, and can you blame Tommy for
growing at twenty-kilo route march!
Having served as sergeant major In
the United States cavalry, tried to
tell the English drill sergeants their
business. but it did not work. They
Immediately put me as batman In their
mess. Many Il greasy dish of stew was
accidentally spilled oyer them.
! 1would sooner fight than be waiter
so when the order came through from
headquarters calling for a draft OF
25O re-enforcements for France, l VOL
unteered.
Then we went before the NJ. y,
(medical officer) for another physical
examination. This was very brief. he