The Life and Death of a British Officer
Captain Oswald Eric Wreford Brown
The post is wonderful. Letters take about 3 or 4 days to arrive. I read yesterdays paper this afternoon Tuesday at 3.30, the post is really doing good work. I see the list of casualties - it is enormous. ... I fancy someone high blundered, we never should have lost that number of valiant lives.
It was decided to hold a Holy Communion in our Company’s line at 11.30am. The service was held in a wood. We all sat around on the ground and undergrowth. The altar was a couple of provision boxes with a plank on the top, this was covered with a white cloth.
We are in the trenches again and any parcels are welcome. By the time you get this we should probably be out of them. It is a funny life, quite impossible to describe - and quite impossible to imagine. No one can have the slightest idea of what the life is like, unless they have actually lived in the trenches with the men for several days on end.
I write this in a very narrow trench at 3.15 in the afternoon. I have retired here to avoid if possible the shell fire of the Germans. Our artillery sent down now to say that they were starting to bombard and when this happens it means retaliation and sure enough it came.