The Amateur Army eBook

Patrick MacGill
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 78 pages of information about The Amateur Army.

The Amateur Army eBook

Patrick MacGill
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 78 pages of information about The Amateur Army.

Yet this, like other days, was a “wash-out.”  All day we waited for orders to move, twice we paraded in full marching kit, eager for the command to entrain; but it was not forthcoming.  Another day had to be spent in billets under strict instructions not to move from our quarters.  The orders were posted up as usual at all street corners, a plan which is adopted for the convenience of units billeted a great distance from headquarters, and the typewritten orders had an air of momentous finality: 

The battalion moves to-morrow.

Parade will be at 4.30 a.m.

Entraining and detraining and embarking must be done in absolute silence.

I rose from bed at three and set about to prepare breakfast, while my cot-mate busied himself with our equipment, putting everything into shape, buckling belts and flaps, burnishing bayonets and oiling the bolts of the rifles.  Twenty-four hours’ rations were stored away in our haversacks all ready, the good landlady had been at work stewing and frying meat and cooking dainty scones up to twelve o’clock the night before.

When breakfast, a good hearty meal of tea, buttered toast, fried bacon and tomatoes, was over, we went out to our places.  The morning was chilly, a cold wind splashed with hail swept along the streets and whirled round the corners, causing the tails of our great coats to beat sharply against our legs.  It was still very dark, only a few street-lamps were lighted and these glimmered doubtfully as if ashamed of being noticed.  Men in full marching order stamped out from every billet, took their way to the main street, where the transport wagons, wheels against kerbstones, horses in shafts, and drivers at reins, stood in mathematical order, and from there on to the parade ground where sergeants, with book in one hand and electric torch in the other, were preparing to call the roll.

Ammunition was served out, one hundred and twenty rounds to each man, and this was placed in the cartridge pouches, rifles were inspected and identity discs examined by torch-light.  This finished, we were allowed to stand easy and use ground-sheets for a shelter from the biting hail.  Our blankets were already gone.  The transport wagons had disappeared and with them our field-bags.  I suppose they will await us in ——­ but I anticipate, and at present all we know is that our regiment is bound for some destination unknown where, when we arrive, we shall have to wear two pairs of socks at our work.

We stood by till eight o’clock.  The day had cleared and the sun was shining brightly when we marched off to the station, through streets lined with people, thoughtful men who seemed to be very sad, women who wept and children who chattered and sang “Tipperary.”

Three trains stood in the sidings by the station.  Places were allotted to the men, eight occupied each compartment, non-commissioned officers occupied a special carriage, the officers travelled first-class.

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