Postcard to T. Smith 19 Dec 1916

Y.M.C.A

Postcard to T. Smith Esq., 24 Palmerstone Rd., Bowes Park, London. N

Pte. A Smith

No 27521

3rd Batt Essex Regt ‘G’ Coy

Att: 27th Training Reserve

Parkeston

Harwich

Undated. Postmark 3 De 16

 

Dear Father

I had a letter from my friend in France, he said he has sent things that I left behind, & his wife will forward them to you.  Do not send them on here as it will do when I come up if you will bring them along to Southend.  Please let me know when you get them as I would like to send him a few cigarettes in return.

Alf

 

 

No 27521

Pte. A. Smith

3rd Essex Regt

Att 27th Training Reserve

“G” Company

Parkeston Harwich

 

Dec 19th 16

 

Dear Father

 

I thought I would let you know that I am not home again yet; it was all a blooming catch like everything connected with the government.

The passes were supposed to have come through; & at the last moment they were all stopped I don’t know why it was at all.  I may go this week but I think it will most likely be after Xmas now.  They are going to send the men that were at the front last Xmas so that they will have it at home this year of course that is only fair.

I should very much like to have a parcel especially if I am here for the holiday but it is no use to send it until I know definitely when I am going.

I hope you are feeling better now; glad to say I am alright except for a cold but that is not to be wondered at considering the weather.  We had our usual route march to-day we have one every Tuesday, the dinner is cooked in a field it came on to snow just as it was ready what with the meat being tough & hands cold it wanted a bit of carving.

I saw by the papers you had a heavy fall of snow in North London.  The war news looks much better lately I hope it will continue so.  I had a letter from Albert to-day.

I hope Jess, Ethel & Winnie are quite well

 

With much love

From your devoted

Son

 

 

Alf Smith’s note 19 Dec 1916

No 27521

Pte. A. Smith

3rd Essex Regt

Att 27th Training Reserve

“G” Company

Parkeston Harwich

 

Dec 19th 16

 

Dear Father

 

I shall not be home this side of the holiday now so I should be very glad of a parcel for Xmas if you have time to send it.

I know it is rather close so I shall quite understand if I do not receive it.

In case I do not have time to write again I hope you will all have a happy time.

With much love from

Your devoted

Son

P.S. Please remember me to Mr. & Mrs. Warman & Lilian & wish them the complements of the season. I hope they are quite well.

A.A. Laporte Payne letter 16 December 1916.

A.A. Laporte Payne letter 16 December 1916.

 

B.E.F.

December 16th 1916

 

Again I have lost the post through putting off whiting to you because I want time to collect my thoughts and things have interrupted so lately. I deserve every hard thing you can say of me.  Even now I have so much to say and there are so many ways of saying it that I am stuck before I begin.  Your note of the 12th deserves a frivolous reply but the one written on the 13th ought to have another.  Needless to say both were delightful and just what I wanted although even now I feel I shall have to wait until I see you to learn what I really want to know.

 

So my letter to you was censored. I hope nothing was cut out.  None of yours have ever been opened so don’t be frightened.  I hope you did not take that silly letter of mine which you called a ‘scolding one’ seriously.  I am sure you couldn’t so I don’t mind.  Of course, I always take things in the wrong way.  Surely you have not just found that out.

 

How is your lip now? I hope much better.  You will have to be careful in future.

 

So you have come to the conclusion that I am getting spoilt. Really, and what helped you to come to that conclusion.  Do you think I am one of fortunes favoured ones?  Perhaps I am in one way – in fact I know I am the favoured one – but that was your fault not mine and I don’t see why I should be punished for your faults.  I wish I were with you to complete my arguments with kisses.  I wonder if you would be very firm then!  I suppose you would, you are so very strong willed, I know.

 

Thank you so very much for your Christmas letter. It was the best one I have ever had.  But why write it at 7 a.m.  You must have been frightfully cold.  I could not write a letter like that at that early hour.  Thank you for your wishes and love which you send.  You are a darling.  I wish to goodness I could be in Finchley at Christmas and see you again, which alone can satisfy me now.  Yes I believe you could kiss a Happy Xmas much better than you can write it – and your letters are very nice.  What delight there is in store for me perhaps if the gods are good to a wretched creature like me.  You say we are fairly original in one respect in that we neither of us meant to do anything of the sort.  Please speak for yourself madam.  I may not have meant to, but I wanted to.  I hope I can be original in other ways – not that.

 

I hope you are keeping well and that Mrs. Cross is alright and has recovered from the death of the cat. I have received her kind letter and box of cigarettes.

 

I hope to be able to write a note to her tonight. Please forgive my last gloomy letter.  I feel better now.  If you will receive letters from me you will have to put up with my moody temperament. – That sounds rude but it is not meant to be – only an apology.

 

At present I am a semi-invalid. I was inoculated again this morning – anti-typhoid stuff.  My arm is very stiff and I am not in the best of tempers – but your letters keep me going alright.

 

What on earth can I send you for Christmas – I must mark the occasion with something this year of all years. You see you have been such a dear faithful correspondent all this year.  Do let me know.  I can’t think of anything.  Perhaps a lot of lip salve would be suitable.

 

Oh! Heavens, they have just turned on the ‘phone – the ‘grama’ – one – and are playing rag times – such old ones too. I hope the men break them at Christmas.  We are giving the men pork, Christmas Puddings and beer at Christmas.  I am afraid they will be very ill.

 

What’s the secret which you won’t tell me. I am most anxious to know.  Why raise my easily excited curiosity?  Am I ever to know?  I am actually getting curious but it is only because it is connected with you.

 

The best of wishes for Christmas for you and yours, darling,

And all my love

Always yours

Archie.

 

 

A.A. Laporte Payne letter 14 December 1916.

A.A. Laporte Payne letter 14 December 1916.

 

B.E.F.

Dec 14th 1916

 

Another day must not be allowed to go by without a line from me, although you know that no moment of my existence is without its thought for you however busy I may be. At the present time I am attached to another battery as its battery commander is away, but I expect to return to my own unit tomorrow.

 

Your letter of the 9th has just arrived.  Thank you so much for it.  I was longing for one to arrive.  You must have been writing it when I was thinking particularly of you.  I think I told you in my last note what I was doing on that night.  I am very sorry to hear Mrs. Cross is so unwell again.  I do hope she is better now, and you too.  What have you been doing to make your lips crack?  It sounds very suspicious.  I am all sympathy but you see I don’t know what it is like to have a cracked lip!  However be more careful in future.  Further, madam, don’t you think it time to mend you ways?  Lunching out again with another fellow!  However being an offender myself I can’t preach – I have faint recollections of dragging you out – and I certainly must not be a ‘dog in the manger’ of the worst possible type.

 

What an appalling person I must have been to be so rude to you so often. I wonder you put up with it at all.  Surely I could never have called you ‘thick headed’.  I wonder what remark I made about your cracked lips that time.

 

Yesterday one of the best fellows I know – Cheadle by name with a Trench Mortar Battery – called in to see me on his way up to the front line. He seemed very cheery about his job.  Then I went up to the O.P. and a short time afterwards an orderly came for me and said that an officer who was badly wounded wanted to see me in the Dressing Station.  I went there and found the poor boy on a stretcher badly knocked about.  I do hope he pulls through alright.  It is awful.  All the best fellows seem to go.  I don’t know why I tell you these horrors but it created such an impression on my mind and I must tell someone and who better than you.  You see we don’t notice these things much – the dead you take no notice of and the wounded generally are so quickly cleared away that those who remain don’t come in contact with the results of a war unless actually called to the dressing station.  He is the third officer who has been with me in the battery.  The other two were killed.  They were without exception the best fellows we ever had in the Brigade.

 

I have told Maude to give you two photos. I hope you don’t mind.  You can have either or both, I told her that ‘the Crosses had asked for one’ – which was inaccurate and unkind – but still I am like that.  Please forgive.  If you won’t, tell Maude you didn’t and don’t want one.

 

It does not seem at all like Christmas out here. I hope it is better in London. England seems to be bucking up a bit.  It’s about time.

 

With all my love, darling, and forgive my fooling in this and previous letters.

Always yours

Archie.

Letter to Rev. R.M. Laporte Payne 10 Dec 1916

Letter to Rev. R.M. Laporte Payne 10 Dec 1916

 

2 Clifton Villas

South Road Herne Bay

10 Dec 1916

 

My dear Vicar,

 

I am sorry there was not time to run in before we left y’day – also that I was not in when you called on Friday night – to thank you for your great kindness in arranging for our visit here, and for your exceedingly generous help in all ways – but I hope to see you early in the week.  We really don’t know how to thank you enough – the visit has already done us both good and Mrs Abson asks me to state that it is all a great treat for her.  Here, at Mrs. Harnett’s is the acme of homely comfort – from breakfast to bed-time.  We arrived here just before 1 o’clock, when Mrs Harnett prepared a nice little lunch – then we went to see Stanley – the V.A.D. Hospital, Druid Park is only 5 minutes walk from here – 4 or 5 turnings higher up High Street, after South Road – we are pleased, and deeply grateful to find our boy in splendid condition – in fact his wounds have actually improved his personal appearance! For the hole through his cheek has left just a dimple, and his nose, after being tightly bandaged for a fortnight – now has a nice Roman Curve! – some ladies pay money to have that achieved – there is just a kind of red scratch left on it – which we hope will always show – there is no mistaking the dimple – we all went round to see Mr. & Mrs Ridout last evening (by the way it was then we learned to what extra trouble you went to your kind endeavours to make us comfortable here).  They are both exceedingly nice, and at once said that Stanley was welcome to use their room upstairs for rest reading at any time, and have specially invited him to tea next Thursday.  This morning we all went to the Parish Church – where Mr Graves, the curate, preached a splendid sermon, for “Bible Sunday” from “Heaven and Earth shall pass away etc”.

 

I afterwards made myself Kenworth the Organist, also to the tenor chorister who occupies the corresponding place in the Choir to my place at Christ Church – with the result that I am going to help in the Choir tonight.  Tomorrow morning we may go over to Canterbury to visit my sister-in-law, and expect to leave for London in the evening – I can’t stay longer – there is so much to do at business between now & the end of the year.  With kind regards to yourself and Mrs Payne, in which Mrs Abson & Stanley join me, and again expressing our thanks –

I am yours faithfully

Mr P. Abson

 

P.S. Mrs Harnett wishes to be kindly remembered to you.

A.A. Laporte Payne letter 5th December 1916

A.A. Laporte Payne letter 5th December 1916

 

B.E.F.

 

Dec 5th 1916

 

Muriel dearest,

 

Two mailless days followed by one in which we received a lovely big bag brought me two together from you. I was in the courtyard of our medieval chateau when the mess cart arrived at dusk.  I had the mail out in no time and I sorted it out myself in the dim banqueting hall of the Left Section with the help of a candle, a sergeant and two gunners.  Your loved and familiar handwriting was soon recognised and then another (of your, I mean) made me more than happy.  I had to keep them until after tea when I could read them in peace and a certain amount of comfort by the fire in the mess.

 

Now what on earth is worrying you? The first page was filled with assertions of your ‘rottenness’!  You say “I am sure you wouldn’t like me if you knew my real self”.  Well tell me what you are really like and see!  You must be a terrible person.  Tell me all about it if you want to; but if you don’t want to I don’t wish to hear.  I hope I shall survive in either case.  Are you afraid of being a fallen idol?  But I am sure it is all imagination on your part.  If you talk about your being unworthy of my love and all that sort of rot you will drive me frantic, knowing as I do who is the unworthy one.  Shall we guarded about it?

 

You were annoyed because I was so nice to Mrs. Cross and did not take any notice of you! Oh! You little child! Oh Yes, I see is that it?  You were piqued and determined to make another conquest.  Is that all?  Perhaps that is what you want to tell me.

 

Another grouse “He felt he ought to tell me just as strongly as you felt you ought not”. He succeeded.  I failed.  Thank you.  It is difficult to explain another person’s point of view!  Still I fail to see why he felt he “ought to”.  I must be talking in the finer sense.  I still think he was impertinent.

 

Still another grouse! If you want to write don’t let me stop you.  Seriously you will never be able to write too many or too much for me.

 

Lastly (I can’t write any more with that horrible pen) how polite you are! You won’t have any difficulty in seeing me furiously angry if you see me for any length of time !!  Thank you.  I quite see that my company for any length of time is quite liable to make anyone furious.

 

Now, having made myself most disagreeable I will try and be nicer. Try!  I do love ragging you (I was going to say something else but it would have been rude).  You are adorable when annoyed.  I can imagine a delightful little snort after each silly remark I have just made.  And for each snort I would have a kiss to the nth.

 

You darling, thank you so much for your good wishes. Who told you it was my birthday?

 

I shall have to speak severely to someone. It always has been a great secret because I hate anyone asking my awful age.

 

I have been writing letters to night my correspondence had been sadly neglected lately. I have left yours till last, as I always open your letters last.  I get the disagreeable things done first.

 

It is now 1 a.m. – delightful hour! I wish you were here all alone with me.  Oh! Yes I would behave.  I would sit on one side of the fire and you on the other.

 

What delightful letters you write. Perfectly written and no mistakes.  Mine make me ashamed in comparison.  Please forgive all mistakes and blots.  I am losing all power of coherent thought and expression.

 

This day last week I started to write to you and this is what I wrote:

Tuesday, Last night was, I believe, Monday night. What were you doing?  You know the saying “Lucky at cards, unlucky in love”.  Well I was playing picquet with the Captain and won most hopelessly.  Perhaps it was because you were angry with me for that frightfully rude and unkind letter I wrote.  Perhaps not.  No doubt you will punish me with empty mail bags.  My anxiety for the arrival of the mess cart must be causing the battery some amusement.

 

Wednesday night. My extraordinary luck at cards was worse last night.  I won again and my spirits have fallen correspondingly as is shown in my inability to write anything until I hear from you.  Three times I have attempted to write but have given it up in despair.

 

Tonight I played bridge and lost beautifully. Hurrah.  Once I was doubled and was five shy in Royals (not hearts).  It is, I hope, a good omen.

 

No doubt you are fast asleep now – sleeping the sleep of the just (whatever that may be).

 

We have had two gas alarms tonight; but nothing came of it. I might have some luck one day and get a nice ‘Blighty’ if you know what that means.  I should ask all the fair ladies of my acquaintance to push me about in a bath chair.  They are so numerous I should have a delightful time – there are I think – one!  Only one. (That’s good grammar).  This is not a nice letter I know.  I am flippant and silly tonight because I am a bit gloomy.  I was wondering when I am going to see you again.

 

Now I must shut up and go to my blankets (it can’t be called a bed)

I am,

dear Miss Cross,

Yours always

Archie

 

(well you put it)

 

 

 

Alf Smith postcard 3 Dec 1916

Y.M.C.A

Postcard to T. Smith Esq., 24 Palmerstone Rd., Bowes Park, London. N

Pte. A Smith

No 27521

3rd Batt Essex Regt ‘G’ Coy

Att: 27th Training Reserve

Parkeston

Harwich

Undated. Postmark 3 De 16

 

Dear Father

I had a letter from my friend in France, he said he has sent things that I left behind, & his wife will forward them to you.  Do not send them on here as it will do when I come up if you will bring them along to Southend.  Please let me know when you get them as I would like to send him a few cigarettes in return.

Alf

 

 

No 27521

Pte. A. Smith

3rd Essex Regt

Att 27th Training Reserve

“G” Company

Parkeston Harwich

 

Dec 19th 16

 

Dear Father

 

I thought I would let you know that I am not home again yet; it was all a blooming catch like everything connected with the government.

The passes were supposed to have come through; & at the last moment they were all stopped I don’t know why it was at all.  I may go this week but I think it will most likely be after Xmas now.  They are going to send the men that were at the front last Xmas so that they will have it at home this year of course that is only fair.

I should very much like to have a parcel especially if I am here for the holiday but it is no use to send it until I know definitely when I am going.

I hope you are feeling better now; glad to say I am alright except for a cold but that is not to be wondered at considering the weather.  We had our usual route march to-day we have one every Tuesday, the dinner is cooked in a field it came on to snow just as it was ready what with the meat being tough & hands cold it wanted a bit of carving.

I saw by the papers you had a heavy fall of snow in North London.  The war news looks much better lately I hope it will continue so.  I had a letter from Albert to-day.

I hope Jess, Ethel & Winnie are quite well

 

With much love

From your devoted

Son

 

 

Pte. A. Smith letter 2 Dec 1916

No 27521

Pte. A. Smith

3rd Essex Regt

Att 27th Training Reserve

“G” Company

Parkeston Harwich

 

Dec 2nd 16

 

Dear Father

 

Thank you very much for your parcel received this afternoon.  I was looking forward to it coming; it is a very nice cake & the jelly & paste will be tres bon for lunch or supper all the things are very nice.

Well Dad how is everything going I hope you are quite well?  Pleased to say I am A1 & settled down to the army again now.  We are having a farely good time considering, it is very cold out in the fields drilling but we have a comfortable billet a good fire every evening.  I don’t know how long they will let us stop here but I think we are safe for a while.

You will notice I have given you the army address this time the letters etc come through alright, but the postmen make a fuss about having to deliver each one separate so it will be better in future to direct them to the Regiment.

I hope Jess, Ethel & Winnie are quite well I will write to them the first opportunity but I have been writing about two letters each day I cannot get level with them yet.

I am looking forward to seeing you soon I think it is farely certain we get six days either before or after Xmas.

Well I think I must finish now.

 

With much love to you all

From your devoted

Son

 

A.A. Laporte Payne letter 2 December 1916

A.A. Laporte Payne letter 2 December 1916

 

B.E.F.

Dec 2 1916

 

Muriel Mine,

 

Haven’t you received my last three letters? Oh! Oh! & Oh!  I wrote in reply to your ‘ordinary’ letter – it was a horrid letter – mine I mean – then I wrote again saying how sorry I was I wrote as I did.  Then in answer to your letter of Nov 22nd I wrote again.  Haven’t you received any of these?

 

I have been perfectly miserable the last eight days because I had not heard from you and made sure that I had offended you in some way. I know I give numerous occasions for offence.  Everything has been going wrong and if I had not heard from you I don’t know what I should have done.  I have longed to hear from you – so very much – and I am happy now although your letter was short and rather ‘cold’ but I don’t wonder.  Heavens! What could you have thought of my silence!  Where can those letters have gone to?  Mails of course do get lost or destroyed sometimes – but why three in succession?  And why those three of all.  Please let me know if you have got them now.  I wrote in my last to thank you so much for the photo and the box of cigarettes.  I know I posted my first before Nov 21st and your letter comes to me dated the 28th.

 

This loss or delay is most annoying.

 

You are I know frightfully busy but if you can, darling, let me have even a p.c. or a line to let me know how you are faring. I don’t want another week like this.  I was so afraid that you were angry with me or did not want me to write so often that I did not dare write again until I heard from you.

 

If you don’t hear from me in reasonable time you will know that something has prevented me and it was quite impossible or the posts have gone wrong.

 

I think I must number my letters so that I can find out if one goes astray.

 

You have guessed right, I think about my feelings when I tossed the half-penny in the garden. It was the old struggle only worse between what ‘I want’ and what ‘I ought to do’.  Tails – luckily for you then, had it.

 

You were not writing in gasps because of the cold morning were you? You were secretly annoyed with me for not writing.  I know what I should have felt.  You are a darling and most forgiving to write again.

 

Christmas will be very strange this year – perfectly horrid. I shan’t have a chance of seeing you.  But I don’t want anything from anybody – only you whom I can’t, but I should like a really nice letter from you and don’t be so restrained in your Christmas letter please.

 

I am so sorry to hear that Mrs. Cross is starting a cold – or rather was. I do hope she is better now – and you too.  I hope you are keeping well.  You never say anything about yourself.

 

What a compliment old Swinly paid me.  I too am very glad I am hot.  That sounds rude doesn’t it?  You’re hotter.  There is one sentence in your letter which I enjoyed reading more than anything else.  I will leave you to guess which it was.

 

I am afraid this letter is rather formal but it is probably the effect of my letters going astray. I hate the thought of letters to you getting lost.

 

When you write again please leave out the division.

 

The weather has been truly awful. It has been horribly cold here.  I have just finished my two days and nights in the trenches.  It was not pleasant down there last night.

 

How has the photo turned out? I am longing to get one.

 

Have you been to see Reg lately? I heard from him the other day.  I hope Humphrey entertained you well at tea the other day.  I went out to tea yesterday with the Sappers – we had ration bread, jam & tea and a very stale cake – but company was good.  I had dinner with some Australians.

 

I am going out to dinner to night with another battery and I am to take some very particular records with me. We must try and be cheerful sometimes.  It is Saturday night again.  At 8.30 p.m. I shall drink a very special toast.

 

I have bought a record of the ‘Happy Day’. It was the end of a glorious week for me.  Ages ago it seems now.  The worst of a good time is the end – so dreaded that it comes all the quicker.

 

I must close now as I have some returns to get off,

 

With all my love, darling,

Ever

Your

Archie.

 

 

 

Midshipman’s Journal T.N.B. Cree R.N. 1 Dec 1916

Midshipman’s Journal T.N.B. Cree R.N.

 

Operations in Athens Dec 1st 1916

 

The party landed.        Our party left the ‘Exmouth’ for the tug which was to take us in, at about 1 A.M. and after a little delay we got under weigh.  There were about four hundred of us all told.  Hundred marines from both Duncan and Exmouth and a hundred seamen from each ship and of course a stretcher party from each ship.

It was a bitterly cold night and there was a fresh breeze blowing. I wandered about the boat deck trying to find a comfortable sleeping billet.  Most places were either red hot or ice cold.  However eventually I found a billet behind a searchlight and after struggling into the best position in which my bloodthirsty accoutrements hurt least, I slept.  I was woken up periodically by steam whistles and sirens, for we were doing our best to sink a French transport and ram the boom defence alternately, but nevertheless got a certain amount of rest.

 

Disembarkation           About 2.30, as far as I can tell, we got alongside grain wharf in Piraeus.  Now we had to stir ourselves again and start humping our gear out of the tug.  I left my ‘cosy’ billet without a pang of regret and joined the confused throng.  There passed a few minutes of uproar during which everybody seemed to be calling out section numbers.  ‘Stiffs’ were shouting out orders and cancelling them a few minutes later.  Fierce altercations were going on about the possession of a rifle or the sudden disappearance of a blanket.  However eventually we quit the ship and fell in on the road at the end of the quay.  After a wait of about twenty minutes we started on our tedious march to the capital.  This was about 3.15 A.M.

 

March to Athens         We took a roundabout route through Piraeus and round the head of Phalerum Bay and them straight in land.  We were halted many times to wait while Greek Guides (?) went ahead to see if there were any ambushes.  The journey was quite uneventful however and extremely boring.  I kept myself fortified by a number of hard boiled eggs which I had shovelled like peas into my knapsack before starting.

About half way there the marines and some Frenchmen broke off to the right. Their objective was a powder factory.

It was getting light about 6 A.M. and this was where we first had any signs of opposition.

 

Signs of hostility.        There were a couple of French ‘matelot’ companies ahead of us and just as we were arriving abreast of some hill they turned to the left and opened into skirmishing order.  We held on for a bit and then stopped and rested.  We saw a most ludicrous sight, the fat froggies worming their way on their bread baskets up a hill on the summit of which was a solitary man dressed in a blanket and skull cap holding one of Adam’s Mark I rifles.  He had I believe four or five men in support but he fell in with the ideas of the bread basket brigade and so all was well.  We proceeded.  We had another short halt while the French began their attack on Philopappos Hill.  But after a bit we proceeded and eventually arrived at the Zappeion at about 8.A.M.

 

Occupation of the Zappeion.  After the hands had settled down, those of the officers wanting breakfast, a good one, proceeded to Athens.  Us poor subs scraping 7 ½ d between us decided it was not worth while the walk.  About 8.30 Admiral [Dartige Du] Fournet arrived in a car and as he stepped out a maxim opened fire on him, much to his disgust.  Two seamen were knocked out.  They were rather badly wounded.  This marked the commencement of the desultory firing and sniping that continued all day.  They shot our poor old transport horses that were out in the square but that was not a great loss.  About this time our Gunnery Lieut strolled in at the main door.  The French flocked round in and dragged him in telling him of the recent occurrences.  However the Greeks had not attempted to shoot him although he had walked right through them blissfully unaware of the state of affairs.

I am rather hazy about the next few hours for I slept until midday. But by then things were getting a trifle more interesting.  The French V.A. was still unable to get away and the Greeks were making more noise.

 

1st Attack        Eventually, at about 4.30, tho’ I am uncertain about time, the Greeks made what might be called an attack.  There certainly was for a period of a quarter of an hour, quite heavy rifle fire, and the glass and masonry of their magnificent building suffered considerably.  But as they never stirred from the bushes we never replied to their fusillade.

 

Preparations for Defence.       When they tired of their game, we started to prepare the place for proper defence.  Hitherto the French, who were nominally running the show, had not bothered their heads about this.  But at the instigation of the Gunnery Lt. we got a move on.  The barricades &c. were built up as in sketch by means of “reapers and binders” “corn making machines” and other agricultural weapons.  The barricades round the circular court were of boxes of surgical cotton wool.

The plan of defence was as follows. The two wing rooms were held by Exmouth and Duncan seamen.  The middle rooms by French matelots.  The two passages by Exmouth and Duncan seamen.  The front door by French with maxim, the back door Exmouth’s with maxim.

The windows all round the building were high up but one had in every case something to rest on. Living rooms, wardrobes; passages exhibit shelves &c.

 

Plans for Defence.      In the event of an entry by:-   Unguarded rooms in either wing, they were to have been shot down as much as possible while passing thro’ the reapers and binders and the as soon as they were thro’ that they and twenty grinning sailors with bayonets fixed to push them back again should they have proved too numerous we were to have gradually filed out through the barricade and when all through hold the barricade as long as possible assisted by those in the passage.  When that got too hot to hold back we went behind the next barricade and then work round clockwise barricade by barricade until we came up with the maxim party.  If we could not stand then we would all work on round till we are joined with people in the opposite wing.  Similarly the French Maxim party would have to work round to this wing.  We would then retire barricade by barricade until there were either no Greek, no barricade or no us left.  There would doubtless have been ‘some’ bloodshed.

However it was not required.

 

2nd Attack.       The Greeks attacked again in half an hour’s time from the first.  This was some more furious firing than the first.  So much so that we had cause to fire a round at them in return.  Nevertheless nothing further developed.  We then had to settle down for a disturbed evening and night.  We knew there were a matter of some say 11,000 some say 18,000 Greeks all round us  they had reserves of roughly 150,000 so it was rather hideous for 400 to sit tight in there.  But there was no alternative.  We simply had to wait and wait for the attack which was inevitable and which inevitably developed rather seriously for us because at night they could come within 30 yds and not be seen.

 

Field guns and fleet get to work.        About 6.30 (again not certain) we heard the bark of a field gun and the rumble as it exploded in position marked on sketch.  Of course actually the rumble came first.  This properly fixed us if they intended to knock our happy little house to bits.  However we heard shortly afterwards a far greater rumble as a 9.2” exploded in the direction of the King’s palace.  The field gun fired one more round and packed up.  The 9.2” fired three more and then packed up.  Shortly after the last round a car came round to the main door and an embassy came from Tuis.  He was dragged inside and a conference held.  This was of course prolonged as much as possible to gain time and leave us as little time as possible to defend the place before the relief force arrived.

 

The conference.           Tuis, however, did not like having his Kitchens bombarded and so after much parleying a form of truce was arranged.  However we spent the night in some agitation but it passed uneventfully, tho’ we could see the Greeks stalking about in the shadows outside.

The forenoon passed uneventfully for us tho’ there was a duel going on outside between Venizelists in the stadium and Royalists outside the Zappeion.

 

The return.       In the afternoon we returned to Piraeus with a Greek escort to prevent scrapping breaking out.  Nevertheless we did not trust them but ostentatiously mounted our maxim in the cart and manned it.

We arrived at Piraeus in the evening and at first were to have remained ashore to guard Piraeus that however was cancelled and so ended the most amusing farce.