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of the Hindenburg system could be plainly seen, while further over to
the left on the highest ground was Bourlon Wood, which was to become so
famous in the history of the British army. Every day the battalion
observers watched parties of Germans, large and small, working on these
rear trenches apparently quite unconcerned about the fact that they
could be plainly seen. Periodically our air service issued aeroplane
photographs showing the extraordinary development of these trenches,
their elaborate construction, the concrete dug-outs, and solid rows of
heavy barbed wire, until it almost came to be recognised that an assault
upon them would only be attempted by the maddest of leaders, and the
prospect of having to take part in it took one’s breath away.
The chief job of the battalion was to guard by day, and get command of
by night, the large extent of No Man’s Land which varied from 400 to
about 1,200 yards across. The day work was easy, but at night it was
fraught with quite interesting possibilities. The Boche was not very
inimical here, and seemed anxious to lull us into a feeling of peace and
security so that, I suppose, he could get safely on with his digging,
for he had still a good deal to do. His outbursts of shelling,
therefore, although at times disagreeable, gave one the impression that
its chief purpose was to remind us of his constant presence. At times,
especially in the evening, it seemed to afford him amusement to dust our
lines indiscriminately with gas shells. Our gunners, however, were not
so lenient and they frequently made excellent use of their good ration
of ammunition, so that we were able to make daily notes of the changes
in the scenery, particularly in Havrincourt village. Considerable
interest was aroused one morning, soon after our arrival, by the sudden
disappearance of Havrincourt Chateau in a cloud of red brick dust and
smoke. This was always a mystery and a frequent source of controversy.
Did the Boche blow it up, and if so, why? Or did it go off as a result
of our shelling, and again, if so, why? Some said they saw
stretcher-bearers moving about amidst the debris afterwards, which
rather indicated the second theory.
We enjoyed the advantages of a continuous front line here, but naturally
a good deal of time had to be spent in perfecting the system, both in
digging and wiring. The brigade was given an opportunity of leaving its
mark on the war-geography of France, two copses in No Man’s Land being
dubbed “Wigan Copse” and “Dean Copse” by the 5th, while we were
responsible for “Manchester Trench” and “Cheetham Hill,” “Henley Lane”
serving to keep green the memory of the brigadier. Two great chalk
craters showed up in front, “Etna” and “Vesuvius” respectively, and one
of the jobs of the patrol commanders by night was to find out if the
former was occupied by the Hun. We very soon found that it was, and that
he appeared to use this and the two copses as starting points for his
patrols. Thus, when our parties went out at night, the possibility of an
encounter in No Man’s Land was never remote, and indeed there were a few
clashes of this sort. It was all a great education for the battalion,
for such work as this had not often come our way in the Gallipoli days,
and there had been no opportunity of practising it since. It was
considered advisable to get as many officers and men as possible out on
patrol at some time or other, for there was a noticeable difference in a
man’s morale, and in his attitude towards trench life, once he had
returned from such an adventure. He was conscious of having in a way
asserted his manhood—more than his pal who had not been out—and the
dim uncertainty of what there might be in front of our wire had gone. He
knew now what was there—nothing. He was acquainted with the ground in
such a way that if the enemy did wish to attack he knew exactly where he
could get him with Lewis gun, rifle or bombs. A spirit of confidence was
thus engendered in the whole battalion, as was eventually shown when a
few ventured out on patrol in broad daylight, and obtained some very
useful results.
Realistic gas drill was indulged in occasionally at night because the
enemy had an irritating habit of putting over a few rounds of gas,
either shell or T.M., at irregular intervals. He caught out a few of the
East Lancs. by this trick, which naturally produced a state of “wind” in
the division so that everyone was more than ever “gas alert.” After a
few nights of gas alarm, in the middle of one of which the transport
officer had to commandeer a fatigue party (in gas helmets) to extricate
a full water-cart from a shell-hole, most of us became “fed up.” Another
night someone imagined he felt the pineapple smell of the type of gas
the Hun then used, and the alarm was passed along the front trench. One
of the officers on duty was determined to make sure this time, and
stopped the passing of the message. He made his way along the trench
where the men by this time had assumed their gas helmets, until he came
to one stolid, oldish man who was on sentry, staring truculently out in
front without his gas protection on. “Jones,” said the officer, “can you
smell pineapples?” “What, sir,” he grunted, “I could if I had a tin of
‘em under my nose!”
One night, while we were in support to the 5th, one of their officers,
in charge of a patrol sent out to investigate the ground around “Wigan
Copse,” got into the Copse and discovered a Boche post there. The
startled enemy had apparently made off. The next night the 7th took over
the front line at an unfortunate moment, for the Hun had decided that
“Wigan Copse” must be “retaken” at all costs, and they began the
business with a barrage all over the place but particularly on our front
line, just as we were beginning the relief. It was decidedly unpleasant,
and we had no idea what it was about until we heard the brutes cheering
as they rushed into the empty copse. From a report which we captured
later we found that this was another addition to their long list of
“victories,” and I have no doubt that a few iron crosses were doled out
to commemorate the occasion.
After three and a half weeks’ continuous duty in and around Havrincourt
Wood the battalion moved out for a week’s rest to Ruyaulcourt in brigade
reserve. It was a pleasant diversion and we made the most of the
glorious weather with football matches and very successful sports, the
latter largely taking the form of comic dress contests.
The affair of “Wigan Copse,” and the constant patrolling activity
exercised by ourselves and the 5th in that direction had induced a
lively interest in this spot, until finally it was decided to raid it,
and the 7th were selected to do the job. As this was the first effort of
this nature attempted in the division there was naturally a good deal of
anxiety as to the result. The 8th were to co-operate with a diversion on
“Dean Copse,” and if possible, of course, they also were to obtain
prisoners. “C” Company (Capt. Townson’s) were honoured by the C.O. in
having to supply the raiding party of 40 men, and 2nd-Lt. Hodge was put
in charge. His qualities as a leader, and his expert knowledge in
bayonet fighting left him undisputed as the officer most fitted for the
business. He took his men off to Ruyaulcourt, when we had gone into the
line again, and there trained them vigorously “over the tapes” for the
task in hand. Each time he took them “over” they were inspired to a
fiercer zest for the blood of Boche, so that when they returned to the
Slag Heap on the night of July 2nd every man was primed up like a
fighting cock.
Careful reconnaissance during the preceding nights, and long scrutiny by
day through telescopes and field glasses left no doubt as to the weak
spot in the Hun armour. He had placed low wire in front of the copse but
had no protection on the flanks. A track leading from the front line
showed how his men moved up to occupy this outpost position and also the
probable route taken by patrols. As it also seemed evident that the
copse was held at night only, the plan of the raid was obviously to give
the enemy ample time to settle down in the outpost, and then dispose the
raiding party so as to strike in on an exposed flank. The western side
was selected, because there was little or no danger from the canal, and
it left the 8th a free hand to deal with “Dean Copse.” At the appointed
time our men filed quietly along and got into position across the track
without any alarm being raised. Lewis guns were posted at one or two
points to cut off retreating Huns. At 1.8 a.m. exactly, our guns opened
fire, not upon the copse of course, but upon the enemy main lines. A
remarkably good and accurate barrage was put down on the German front
line, which formed a crescent within which lay the two copses,
especially on known M.G. positions; while, by request, the Australian
heavy guns from the next divisional sector northwards joined in with
crumps on strong points behind the front line. Simultaneously the
raiding party leaped up and rushed into the copse like howling
dervishes. Some hours of a deathly, eerie silence, the nerve-racking
quality of which is only known to those who have experienced it, and
made all the more impressive by the fact that it occurred on a front
which is not usually quiet, was followed by a sudden din and an
unexplained mad charge of the hated English. It must have put the fear
of God into the Germans of “Wigan Copse,” for they made no effort to
resist and tried to “run for it.” In fact one poor devil—a
youngster—who had been lying out in the grass on sentry (but must have
been doing his work rather badly) got up and ran with our men. Hodge
noticing his unusual headgear, seized him by the scruff of the neck and
flung him bodily, rifle and everything, back to his men. No one wanted
him at the moment, for the “fun” in the copse had to be encountered yet,
and he went from hand to hand until one of the covering parties took him
in charge.
Two more prisoners were secured on the edge of the copse. Several other
Germans who offered resistance were bayonetted while Hodge shot one or
two with his revolver. Then it was discovered that the Hun had not left
himself so badly protected as we had thought. Interlaced among the
branches and shrubs at about five feet from the ground were strands of
barbed wire which caused a few nasty cuts and scratches on the faces of
some of our men. It was found to be impossible to go through the copse
because of this, but Hodge had good reason to be satisfied with the
night’s work. He had secured his toll of prisoners as ordered, without
sustaining a single casualty, and had inflicted other casualties on the
enemy, for his men had emptied rifles and Lewis guns at the few flying
Boche and into the copse, so he gave the word to withdraw. The men had
crawled out at the beginning like fighting cocks, but they came back
like roaring lions. They were naturally in a
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