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A World War 1 Diary of an Officer of the Seaforth Highlanders
Written in pencil in an Army Book 152, Correspondence Book (FIELD SERVICE) inscribed in pencil L.M.P. STOPFORD, 2nd Bn Seaforth Hldrs, which also includes details of members of the officer's platoon or company, listing civilian and military employment, some notes on revetting trenches &c. The diary, which fills some 32 pages, begins on 16 July 1916 with orders to embark for France, and closes on 7 October the same year, the last entry recording a posting to the 4th Divisional School. The narrative is terse and many entries are grimly matter-of-fact:
Aug 1... I took over .. an unpleasant piece of line. It had not been held for seven months and was in a filthy condition owing to dead bodies, rotting equipment etc. Also a machine-gun played down the trench where I was ...
Aug 2... Shared dugout with P----B. That night he got killed by a sniper in the ESTAMINET SAP...
Aug 3... Went out wiring that night and lost my revolver...
This chronicle offers no surprising new insights into a subaltern's life in the trenches, but nevertheless makes compelling reading
Written in pencil in an Army Book 152, Correspondence Book (FIELD SERVICE) inscribed in pencil L.M.P. STOPFORD, 2nd Bn Seaforth Hldrs, which also includes details of members of the officer's platoon or company, listing civilian and military employment, some notes on revetting trenches &c. The diary, which fills some 32 pages, begins on 16 July 1916 with orders to embark for France, and closes on 7 October the same year, the last entry recording a posting to the 4th Divisional School. The narrative is terse and many entries are grimly matter-of-fact:
Aug 1... I took over .. an unpleasant piece of line. It had not been held for seven months and was in a filthy condition owing to dead bodies, rotting equipment etc. Also a machine-gun played down the trench where I was ...
Aug 2... Shared dugout with P----B. That night he got killed by a sniper in the ESTAMINET SAP...
Aug 3... Went out wiring that night and lost my revolver...
This chronicle offers no surprising new insights into a subaltern's life in the trenches, but nevertheless makes compelling reading