Harry Higgins - Bedfordshire Regiment
May 25, 2015 11:50:15 GMT
Post by shred on May 25, 2015 11:50:15 GMT
Bedfordshire Times - 21/01/1916
Harry Higgins, more than likely Private (later sergeant) 15282, 7th Bedfordshire Regiment
Pte Harry Higgins, 7th Beds. Regt., son of Mr and Mrs Thomas Higgins, of Salford, sends an account of his experiences since July 26th, when they left England. On arriving in France they had some long marches and passed through a few villages which had been blown about by the Germans; then came in the trenches, which were nice and clean. It was quiet, and at first they were nervous when a shot was fired or a shell burst, but son got used to it. After a few days rest they took over a different lot of trenches in which they soon made themselves a bit comfortable. Later they were shifted further up the line into rather a hot place, only 35 yards from the enemy. There had been a few casualties since, and one of his old pals was shot one night. "I saw a German look over the trench one morning. I took steady aim, and he soon disappeared. I should think very likely I gave him something to go on with. The trenches are now up to our knees in mud. Brickyards are nothing to them."
Harry Higgins, more than likely Private (later sergeant) 15282, 7th Bedfordshire Regiment
Pte Harry Higgins, 7th Beds. Regt., son of Mr and Mrs Thomas Higgins, of Salford, sends an account of his experiences since July 26th, when they left England. On arriving in France they had some long marches and passed through a few villages which had been blown about by the Germans; then came in the trenches, which were nice and clean. It was quiet, and at first they were nervous when a shot was fired or a shell burst, but son got used to it. After a few days rest they took over a different lot of trenches in which they soon made themselves a bit comfortable. Later they were shifted further up the line into rather a hot place, only 35 yards from the enemy. There had been a few casualties since, and one of his old pals was shot one night. "I saw a German look over the trench one morning. I took steady aim, and he soon disappeared. I should think very likely I gave him something to go on with. The trenches are now up to our knees in mud. Brickyards are nothing to them."