Summary

J. Crossley The Fourth Battalion, The King's Own… (1920)

Now it was the busy centre of all the traffic in men and material feeding the firing line in the sector of Albért. Immense stores of provisions and endless piles of ammunition lay stacked ready for transport. German prisoners, mostly unshaven, were engaged in road mending, or were lazily watching the new troops. Under a blazing sun we marched out of the station. Buire-sur-Ancre showed unmistakable signs of activity. Tired men were dragging themselves along the hot, dusty road, traces of recent fighting plain upon their faces.
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J. Crossley The Fourth Battalion, The King's Own… (1920)

On the 5th the Brigade paraded for inspection by General Sir James Wilcocks, Commander of the Indian Corps, of which we formed part, and the General was good enough to express his satisfaction with what he saw. The Battalion sighed happily when it was all over. These functions of the highly placed have an uncanny knack of raising fears and tremors out of all proportion to the occasion, and it is not without humour to reflect that the majority would cheerfully prefer a turn in the trenches to one of these devastating ordeals.
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J. Crossley The Fourth Battalion, The King's Own… (1920)

You have captured every inch of the objectives allotted to you. It was not your fault that you could not hold all you took. You have broken and now hold in spite of weather and counter attacks, a line that the enemy has strengthened and consolidated at his leisure for more than two years.
This will, I believe, be the beginning of the end. When your turn comes to go forward again you will know your own strength—and the enemy will know it too.
I am proud of what you have done, and am confident that with such troops ultimate victory is certain.
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