Letters from France | Page 3

pigs, hens, and cows, wander at will all over it. I asked the doctor this
morning if it was not very unhealthy, but he said that fortunately such
places became septic filters. I think he said they breed all sorts of
bacteria and they have a squabble among themselves, and by fighting
against each other keep things all right. If the Austrian and German

bacteria would only do the same it would save a lot of trouble. Round
the cesspits are barns and pig-houses, &c. A lot of barns. Instead of
stacking hay and straw as we do they seem to put it in barns. The men
sleep in the barns; they snuggle down into the straw and enjoy
themselves thoroughly. They are just like kittens and quite as happy,
playing round and hiding themselves in the straw. We set out for our
billets, and were halted when we came to our farms. I was in the rear
when word was passed down that I was needed in front, and I went up
and found a small farm on the left and a big one on the right. I was told
my platoon would be in the little one and the rest of the company in the
big one, so I was sent in to tackle the owner, who did not know a word
of English, and to settle my men. I did my best, my French is just good
enough to make myself understood at a pinch, and I am getting on. The
farmer showed me round and I put the men into two barns. Then I
asked him "Avez-vous de l'eau a boire?" and he replied "Mais oui."
Then he showed me a pump. We then drew some water to make tea in
the company's travelling cooker. The Quartermaster-Sergeant asked me
to come and listen to it. About ten yards off my nose told me where it
was; it was filthy, so we had to try elsewhere.
The first night I slept very comfortably in an attic in the chateau with
Battalion Headquarters. Monsieur and his son and the old cook, whose
husband is a prisoner in Germany, still live in part of the house, the
other empty rooms we have, the Colonel having a toppingly furnished
room. Then we picniced quite happily the first night, breakfasting off
coffee and bully beef at about 10-0 the next morning. The next day we
spent in settling in and organising things. We are about 24 miles from
the firing line and sometimes hear the big guns and see plenty of
aeroplanes. Two Taubes flew over yesterday, were shelled in the air,
and chased away by our aeroplanes.
It was arranged that we would collect most of our company together,
and officers sleep together, so I came down to this farm. We have
three-quarters of the Company here, my platoon in the farm I told you
about, and the others in the big farm. The officers, the Company
Commander and three subalterns have a room in the house, with big
windows opening out into the yard of the big farm. The room is on the

second storey. We have a large bed with a feather mattress, two of us
have the mattress on the floor, and very comfortable it is. We censored
our men's letters and so to bed.
In the afternoon we went to the village and purchased eggs, candles,
bread, &c., and I scrambled the eggs for dinner and made chocolate, in
addition to our bully beef, which was stewed in the company's cooker
and made a very good stew. We then censored our men's letters and
went to bed.
The letters seem most meagre affairs. All they said was that they were
writing to send their addresses. They were much as follows:--
My darling so and so,--
Hoping this finds you well as it leaves me well. I am writing to send
you my address. (Then follows an address hopelessly wrong, and most
of which I had to censor). We travel first-class here--in bullock carts.
(The men were put in vans in the train--you have probably seen
pictures of them labelled: Hommes 40, Chevals 8. I would rather be
one of the chevals myself; we had second-class carriages--the officers).
Please send me some fags. The people here don't speak English. I can't
put as many crosses in as I would like as the officers have to read them.
Much love, &c.
This is not an actual letter, but a similar one to them all.
Interruption. A knock came in "Monsieur il y a un soldat qui vous
demande" "Merci madame est-il dehas" "O oui Monsieur," Merci
Madame. I go and see. B Company Officers' valises have gone astray,
&c.
When we were finally in bed and almost asleep comes loud