BAILEY The War Diary of Herbert Bailey (1)

During November - specifically at 11.00am on the 11th day - we remember the end of World War One, that terrible conflict that decimated a generation of young men. This is an extract from the diary of an old Lysterfield identity, Herbert Bailey, who served with the Field Engineers division of the AIF during the final bloody battles of the war in France in 1918. Bert's story was told by his daughter under the title "Eve Greenland (nee Bailey) Remembers" in the October and November 1994 editions of the R-LCNews but in the following we hear Bert's own words.

The draft to which I'm detailed leaves the Engineers Training Camp at Brightlingsea, Essex, early morning on 12th April 1918. We entrain for Liverpool Street Station, London. Arrive there in a couple of hours. We are hurried off and down into the Underground to be taken across to Waterloo Station. We have to stay here for several hours. Ladies supply us with a liberal amount of tea, sandwiches etc. to which we all do justice.

We get on the move again, this time for Southampton, here we spend the afternoon about the dockyard. No chance of getting any leave to visit the town, but there are many other things of interest to watch. The mammoth ship "Olympic" had just arrived with American Troops and everything was bustle and activity. There were several ships about that showed very plainly they had been in conflict with submarines and collisions. The "Warilda" (an Aussie boat) was there, she had a large gaping hole in her side and her bows were doubled up.

Some of us form a fatigue party and assist to unload motor lorries, putting the provisions etc. on to the boat that's to take us across to France. Late in the afternoon we embark on the "Prince George" with numerous other troops. At dusk we are towed out into the open sea, get under our own steam to cross the Channel for Havre. Convoyed by destroyers which seem to be darting about everywhere and come from nowhere. Go below and get what little rest is likely to be had in so confined a space.

Have a speedy passage across and pull in alongside wharf at Havre before daylight. Have breakfast aboard early morning, disembark and prepare for a march to the Base Camp. Full pack up and a fairly warm morning, we again get a move on. Everywhere are vast heaps of war material of all descriptions, this place being used as a huge dump.

Havre appears to be a fairly large town and has some fine buildings, but everything is getting in a sad state for want of repairs. German prisoners are assisting to clear up the streets. Numerous kiddies flock around us, begging for biscuits or any other tucker we may have. There are lots of fruit barrows about, for the most part drawn by dogs. We pass one huge dump that was fired by an incendiary bomb from a Fritz aeroplane during the night and many acres of stores are now a smouldering mass. Battalions of Indians and Chinese are working on the dumps and many gangs of German prisoners are on various jobs. Many refugees are living in huts and homes of all descriptions everywhere.

We halt for several rests on our way, reach Camp at Rouelles just about tired. A good feed is prepared for us to which we do full justice. White bread by way of a change. I think we all agreed that we'd just had the best meal for a long time, for things were not too good in Blighty and not enough of it. The bread was awful stuff. We are put into tents for the night.

From July 28, 1918 - "We once more get a move on. In this neighbourhood a stunt is shortly to come off and preparatory to it a raid is arranged, principally to get few prisoners and so find out what's doing and the enemy disposition. A daylight raid is (proceeded by bombardment) sent over, very heavy firing is put up by both sides immediately after ours open out, the result fairly satisfactory and a few prisoners are brought back. Otherwise for us, the work we do is much the same as previously.

A day or so after another push is arranged, this time I think to straighten out a bit of a salient close by A.....t. And in this we see some of the full horrors of war, a heavy bombardment is put up as a barrage for our troops to advance behind, at an early hour in the morning. Our boys go over and are rather strongly opposed, anyway they purk on and after heavy fighting and casualties they gain their objective. In the quarry where we are staying at present, there is an advanced dressing station and very soon victims are being brought in by the AMC both of the enemy and our own. And one sees sights that he'd rather not keep in his memory, some of the men are terribly shattered.

It's not daylight yet and I'm watching the illumination etc., listening to the terrible shattering of the bursting shells for miles around. The groans of the more dangerously wounded nearby are most pitiful to hear, and makes one wish they were far away from such scenes. Some of the men succumb to their injuries on the way down and they are lain aside, both the enemy and our own men get the same consideration and treatment at this dressing station.

An interpreter of ours is going amongst the wounded gleaning any information they may choose to give him. Several of these German wounded can speak a bit of English, sufficient to make themselves understood. One feels he'd like to plug his ears up and be deaf for awhile. Wounded continue to be brought in until evening and after attention is given them, are hastened away farther back in the ambulance with all possible dispatch.

Our men gain what they set out for and straighten up the line at this point. Fritz shortly after makes a counter attack and comes a cropper. Failing in this he puts over gas, fails even with that, although he gets lots of victims. It is pitiful to see fellows when they are badly gassed. One doesn't always know just when he is gassed he may possibly continue on with what he is doing and some time after suddenly go out to it. Excitement possibly is the cause of this extraordinary affair. His gas attack reaches right back to where we are, the alarm is sounded, everyone is awakened, gas shells are exploding everywhere around, we don our masks, some of the boys think no more of it, but with their masks on simply turn over and go to sleep again.

We are now again under orders to get away from here and go back a bit for to have a spell out of the line. A Tommy Engineering Company relieves us, we pack up, get away and after a short march out on to a main road, are boarded in motor lorries and took to our new home. There is a vast amount of traffic on the road and war material is seen everywhere. Crops of corn unreaped on all sides. As we proceed towards the back areas, some of it is being harvested. Yanks also are to be seen everywhere one goes these times and all one comes in contact with appear to be a fine lot of fellows.

After a lot of jolting about we eventually arrive at our new home. This place R....y, a suburb of Amiens is knocked about least of any place we have been in for some considerable time. Anyway it's not out of range of shell fire, has been considerable knocked about and is deserted of well nigh all its former inhabitants.

We are billeted for the time being in a large roomy College and fix ourselves up fairly comfy for the night. We have taken up the space that has been allotted to other troops, so the following day have to get out and take up quarters in some deserted houses. This one, a sample of Fritz's ironmongery has penetrated the roof, consequently with the rain a portion of the ceiling has collapsed and more shows a tendency to fall down.

It's coming onto rain again, this job being something in my line, I get up in the attic and fix matters up as best I can with material at hand and we're all serene. A few nice pieces of furniture, bedding etc. salvaged, yes and a picture or two, what more does one want in this great war?"

Herbert Bailey

A copy of Bert's diary is available at Rowville Library. Its full title is "Diary 1917-1919 of Herbert Austin Bailey".

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