Tag: training

10 December 1917

Extract from war diary of 1st  Bn, 22nd (Cheshire) Regiment


8-30 to 10 a.m. Physical Training and Bayonet Fighting.

10-30 a.m. Bn practised tactical scheme at HESTRUS.

Lewis Gun Competition held on Bn range, 4 teams per Coy competing.

Result – “A” Coy first; “C”  “D” and “B” 2nd, 3rd and 4th respectively.

Equal 1st Nos 2 and 10 Platoons, 3rd No 1 Platoon, last No 6 Platoon.


17 October 1917

Extract from the diary of Maj P K Glazebrook, Cheshire Yeomanry, Egypt Expeditionary Force

A rotten night, with little sleep I have been in poor form in that way for some time. Even at Shepherd’s, with a good bed, I was not sleeping at all well. I am also being sick after breakfast, which is most inconvenient in these places where there is not privacy! At present I go inside the ruined Sheikh’s Tomb. A dull parade as usual in the morning, and nothing in the afternoon, except private instruction from Noel for me & Kynaston with the bayonet. Tom had gone off on another reconnaissance, lucky devil! We had a night march which was less unpleasant than usual, as we got back at 9 PM, and did not go very far. Much skin off my hands from bayonet work.

[follow-on] The depression of our life is by no means diminishing, & my own actually increases. The dust & dirt of our surroundings, the swarms of flies & the constant little worries of military life & discipline, make even the time off parade a positive hell. The nights would be a relief if I could sleep better, but now they seem terribly long, & lying on the dusty ground is not luxury. Reading is nearly impossible, & driving weary men in packs to repeat monotonous attacks, in which interest ceased long, long ago, is damnable. Contempt for the Lonsdales does not improve matters, & I can say that the 24 hours contain no moment of enjoyment or recreation for me. “The days have come & the time draweth nigh, when I can say, ‘I have no pleasure in them’.” I am exactly in that condition described by Swinburne – “To say at dusk, would God the day were here – to say at dawn, would God the day were done”. In every walk of life man has some pleasure to look forward to daily, or even weekly, for instance, his night’s rest, his good food, his game of cards or golf, his comfortable half hour with his daily papers by the fire, his Sunday’s quiet, or some hobby or interest. Here we have absolutely none, & nothing to look forward to until the end of the war, & for England’s sake one is even afraid of to early a peace. The Brooks boys alone make life tolerable.