Announcing the publication of 'Farewell, Leicester Square' in the Kindle Store

I am delighted to announce the publication of my latest novel: Farewell, Leicester Square, on the Kindle Store. This is the second instalment in the London Irish Rifles series than began with Goodbye, Piccadilly.
You can find the new book here: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00IGBRJFE

High Wood, in the southern sector of the Somme front, sat halfway between the villages of Martinpuich to the west and Flers to the east, dominating the Bazentin ridge. Its position atop this low rise in an otherwise flat landscape gave it a tactical significance. For two months before the arrival of the tanks, the British threw men at the wood, trying to dislodge the Germans from their strong defences; all to no avail.
But the British didn’t give up, and in September, 1916, they decided to try again; this time, with a trick up their sleeves.
Ninety eight years ago, on 15th September, across the whole front at Flers-Courcelette, fifty tanks trundled forward under cover of night to their allotted start points.

Mk1 male tank going into action

The novel follows Reg and Jimmy onto the Somme, and describes their involvement in the world's first tank battle.

Synopsis

Leslie Kendrick is only fifteen but wants to do his bit. He manages to fool the recruiting sergeant, but finds that life in the army is not what he thought it might be. Caldwell, formerly an officer in the London Regiment and now conscripted as a private soldier, seethes with resentment at life’s injustices. Cashiered from the army following damning testimony from Sergeant Reg Kendrick at a court martial, Caldwell sees Leslie as a way to get back at his older brother. After their basic training, Leslie and Caldwell are sent to the London Regiment on the Somme.
The Germans have spent two years preparing their defences around High Wood in the Somme valley. For two months, the British have thrown everything they have at the tactically significant hill in an effort to dislodge them, but to no avail. It’s time to try something new, something that can break the deadlock on the Western Front. It’s time for the tank.
The tank goes from concept to production in a matter of months, and is then thrown in to the meat grinder of High Wood. In cooperation with the London Regiment, they must succeed where many have already failed, and push the Germans out.
After the bitter fight, Reg wanders the corpse-littered wood looking for Leslie. And then Reg comes across his nemesis, and he and Caldwell have a final reckoning.

 

You can find out more about the battle here: http://thescribblerdotbiz.blogspot.co.uk/2013/09/the-birth-of-tank-at-high-wood-somme.html.

Announcing the publication of 'Over by Christmas'

I finally completed my book on the retreat from Mons. You can find it here: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00I80T0DM

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Over by Christmas

The synopsis for my latest book, Over by Christmas. Just working on the cover and then I shall upload to the Kindle Store.

L Battery RHA at Néry

Harry Thatcher runs away from home after a fight with his father. His brother is in the army, and so Harry finds a new home with the cavalry as a bugler.

A year later, Britain is at war, and Harry’s regiment is advancing on the Germans through France and Belgium. In a clash of steel on steel, they meet the German First Army at Mons, and Harry has his first taste of the reality of modern warfare.

Outnumbered, the British Army is forced to retreat, and Harry and his friend, Douglas Thomson, get separated from their regiment after a disastrous cavalry charge. Along with a downed airman, Lieutenant Carmichael, the three must get back to friendly lines. Between them and their colleagues are a hundred miles and two hundred thousand German soldiers.

When they are finally reunited with the remnants of their regiment, they find themselves surrounded by an entire German Cavalry Division. In a field near the village of Néry, just forty miles from Paris, in a bitter fight in which a regiment is lost and 3 VCs are won, Harry finally leaves his boyhood behind.

I believe that the Action at Néry, as the battle at the end of this story is often called, was pivotal to the outcome of the Great War, despite the relatively small numbers of troops and casualties involved. The damage inflicted by the British 1^st Cavalry Brigade on the German 4^th Cavalry Division meant that the latter could no longer participate in the advance on Paris.
The temporary loss of the German division weakened the German II Cavalry Corps and slowed its advance. Consequently, the French Fifth Army were able to avoid destruction and escape across the Marne. In addition, the defenders of Paris had time and resources to build-up their defences.
As Lyn Macdonald says in her book, 1914: The days of hope:
“Néry was destined to be the ‘horseshoe nail’ which in the course of a very few days would puncture the balloon of (German) plans and aspirations and decide the final outcome of the Battle of the Marne.”
It was at the Marne that the Allies halted the German advance and stopped the headlong allied retreat. Had they failed to do this, Germany would almost certainly have won the war in those opening weeks. As it was, the war against Germany was not won; rather, it was not lost.
 

Bourlon Wood, November 28th 1917

Bourlon Wood in 1917

 

Following the battle of Cambrai earlier in November, the London Regiment found themselves with the task of taking Bourlon Wood from the enemy, and holding onto it. They suffered terrible casualties. This text is an edited extract from the 47^th (London) Divisional History, by A H Maude. It gives the reader some idea of what was going on in that small scrap of woodland.

Period 29^th November to 4^th December 1917

The enemy had lost valuable ground in Bourlon Wood and village. Its retention by us threatened his line to the north, enabling us to observe and enfilade his trenches as far as Oppy and Gavrelle, From the high ground at Bourlon Wood, too, we had excellent observation of Cambrai and the intervening country, as well as of that to the north towards Douai. In consequence, attack and counter-attack had followed each other almost without cessation for a week, the village changing hands each day. The casualties on both sides had been heavy ; the issue still hung in the balance.

The Division take over the wood

When the Division took over the Bourlon Wood Sector at 10 a.m. on November 29th, the greater part of the wood was still in our hands, the British line running from west to east a mile to the north of the Bapaume-Cambrai Road.
We relieved the 62nd Division on the night of November 28th-29th, the three dismounted regiments of cavalry, who were reinforcing them, remaining with us for twenty-four hours. This relief was not carried out without considerable difficulty, owing to heavy shelling by the enemy, who continually barraged all approaches to Bourlon Wood.
The guides were late, but the relieving battalions, led by Lieut.-Colonel Mildren, commanding the 6th Battalion, pushed on without waiting for them and completed the relief at the cost of several casualties.

Map of the disposition of troops
The London Irish Rifles (part of 141st Brigade)
can be seen in the east of the wood denoted by the number 18

The 141st Brigade took the right sub-sector, with the 140th Brigade on the left, and the 142nd in reserve in the Hindenburg Line. The 62nd Division, acting under orders from the Corps, insisted on the whole of the 141st Brigade being sent into Bourlon Wood to relieve their brigade. In protest against this Major-General Gorringe urged that to crowd seven battalions (four of 141st Brigade, one of 140th Brigade, and two of dismounted cavalry) and forty-seven machine-guns into the wood, which already contained one battalion of the 59th Division on the right, would only invite excessive casualties without increasing the adequacy of the defence.
For a wood in modern warfare is more safely held by rifle and Lewis gun posts, suitably placed on the forward edge of the area under some sort of cover, and machine-guns in depth outside the wood, with a fair field for fire and observation, than by a mass of units struggling in the undergrowth, half-blinded by the gas that clings to every bush.

The Division goes in

The protest was overridden, and on the night of November 28th-29th seven battalions were all in position in the wood. The enemy bombarded heavily with gas-shells during the night, and the 141st Brigade suffered many casualties. The disposition of the battalions will be observed in the map. On the morning of Friday, November 30th, the enemy made a counter-attack in force, directed chiefly against the trenches of the new salient, and he renewed his efforts to recapture the wood.
Our troops found themselves in circumstances peculiarly unfavourable for defence. The trenches, when taken over, were barely 4 ft. deep ; there was no wire, and few tools. The support trenches were not continuous ; the trees obscured the situation ; the gas hung in the thick undergrowth. Efforts had been made during the twenty-four hours of our occupation to get wire set out in front, and the trenches fire-stepped and dug to 6 ft. in depth. The enemy had shelled heavily during the night, but the guns rested before dawn, breaking out again about 8.30 a.m. into a heavy bombardment of our lines.
Meanwhile, Bourlon Wood was treated to an intense gas-shell bombardment. Heavy casualties resulted among the defending troops.

The Germans counter attack the wood

The enemy advanced in waves from Quarry Wood in a southerly direction, but their advance was checked for a while by the accurate fire of our artillery and machine-guns. The latter were arranged in batteries of four, thus facilitating control, and giving a heavy volume of fire with a maximum of surprise. The enemy advancing were thus enfiladed from positions north of the sugar factory, and the attack driven westward. Soon after midday the enemy were seen retreating in disorder over the crest of the hill.
About 2 p.m. the enemy assaulted again after a heavy bombardment of our lines on the west of Bourlon Wood. The right flank of the 2nd Division, on the left of our 6th Battalion, gave ground at the same time, and the enemy drove in a wedge between our left flank and the right of the 2nd Division. A gap formed between the 6th Battalion and the 15th Battalion, and the enemy forced our left flank to a position a few hundred yards in rear. Lieut. -Colonel Mildren, commanding the 6th Battalion, thereupon counter-attacked with his reserve company, reinforced by all the runners, signallers, and orderlies at Battalion Headquarters, and restored the line.
Meanwhile, attacks against the 141st Brigade on the right were launched by the enemy, but were broken up before they reached our trenches by our Lewis gun and rifle fire, supported by the artillery and machine-guns. The hostile bombardment which preceded them was very severe, and the 19th Battalion suffered many casualties from gas, their strength being ultimately reduced to 9 officers and 61 other ranks.
For some days the German artillery had been steadily pouring gas shell into Bourlon Wood, until the thick undergrowth was full of gas. Many casualties were caused to our troops, and gas masks had to be worn continuously for many hours. None the less, when the enemy attacked, he was again hurled back with heavy loss. A distinctive feature of the defence was the gallantry of the Lewis gunners, who, when the attack was seen to be beginning, ran out with the guns in front of our line, and from positions of advantage in the open mowed down the advancing German infantry.

Evacuation

The Division received orders to evacuate on the morning of December 4th, and the orders only reached battalions at 4 p.m. on the same day for a withdrawal to be effected seven hours later. Throughout the following days our field ambulances carried out the evacuation of the wounded under great difficulties, but with unwearying gallantry and marked success. The 4th Royal Welsh Fusiliers especially distinguished themselves by carrying up ammunition through the gas-infected area, working hard all night in improving the line and carrying back all wounded who remained in the aid-posts and advanced dressing-stations in Bourlon Wood at dawn.
By 4.30 a.m. there were no British troops left in the wood. Before 10 a.m. it was again occupied by the enemy. The 141^st Brigade suffered over two thousand casualties.

 

 

Lieutenant Ewart Alan Mackintosh, MC

Lt. Mackintosh, MC

On the outbreak of the Great War, Ewart Mackintosh was accepted by the Seaforth Highlanders, and was commissioned as a second lieutenant on 31 December 1914. He served with the 5th (The Sutherland and Caithness Highland) Battalion, Seaforth Highlanders, part of 51st (Highland) Division.
On the evening of 16 May, 1916 Mackintosh led a raid on German trenches in the sector of the front line north-west of Arras. By the end of the night there were sixteen British casualties, including fourteen wounded and two killed. One of the dead soldiers was Private David Sutherland. Mackintosh had been trying to bring Sutherland, who had lost a number of limbs, back to the trenches. Sutherland died of his wounds and had to be abandoned; he has no known burial place. For his part in this action, Mackintosh was awarded the Military Cross (MC). His citation reads:

"For conspicuous gallantry. He organised and led a successful raid on the enemy's trenches with great skill and courage. Several of the enemy were disposed of and a strong point destroyed. He also brought back two wounded men under heavy fire."

The action, and particularly the loss of Sutherland, affected Mackintosh deeply, and he wrote perhaps his most famous poem, In Memoriam, in response:

"So you were David's father,
And he was your only son,
And the new-cut peats are rotting
And the work is left undone,
Because of an old man weeping,
Just an old man in pain,
For David, his son David,
That will not come again.

 

Oh, the letters he wrote you,
And I can see them still,
Not a word of the fighting,
But just the sheep on the hill
And how you should get the crops in
Ere the year get stormier,
And the Bosches have got his body,
And I was his officer.

 

You were only David's father,
But I had fifty sons
When we went up in the evening
Under the arch of the guns,
And we came back at twilight -
O God! I heard them call
To me for help and pity
That could not help at all.

 

Oh, never will I forget you,
My men that trusted me,
More my sons than your fathers',
For they could only see
The little helpless babies
And the young men in their pride.
They could not see you dying,
And hold you while you died.

 

Happy and young and gallant,
They saw their first-born go,
But not the strong limbs broken
And the beautiful men brought low,
The piteous writhing bodies,
They screamed 'Don't leave me, sir',
For they were only your fathers
But I was your officer."

Later, Mackintosh fought and was wounded at High Wood on the Somme, and I include part of one of his other poems in my book about that struggle:

"Oh gay were we in spirit
In the hours of the night
When we lay in rest by Albert
And waited for the fight;
Gay and gallant were we
On the day that we set forth,
But broken, broken, broken
Is the valour of the North.

 

The wild warpipes were calling
Our hearts were blithe and free
When we went up the valley
To the death we could not see.
Clear lay the wood before us
In the clear summer weather,
But broken, broken, broken
Are the sons of the heather.

 

In the cold of the morning,
In the burning of the day,
The thin lines stumbled forward,
The dead and dying lay.
By the unseen death that caught us
By the bullets' raging hail
Broken, broken, broken
Is the pride of the Gael."

Mackintosh was killed in action 96 years ago during the Battle of Cambrai in November 1917.

The fly

Having previously stated that I dislike poetry generally, and war poetry specifically, here's another poem by the great MacGill. The true enemy of the British Tommy was the fly:

"Buzz-fly and gad-fly, dragon-fly and blue,
When you're in the trenches come and visit you,
They revel in your butter-dish and riot on your ham,
Drill upon the army cheese and loot the army jam.

They're with you in the dusk and the dawning and the noon,
They come in close formation, in column and platoon.
There's never zest like Tommy's zest when these have got to die :
For Tommy takes his puttees off and strafs the blooming fly."

Rifleman Patrick MacGill

1/18th Battalion London Regiment (London Irish Rifles)

Was it only yesterday?

Dud Corner Cemetery, Loos

"Was it only yesterday
Lusty comrades marched away?
Now they're covered up with clay.

 

Seven glasses used to be
Called for six good mates and me
Now we only call for three.

 

Little crosses neat and white,
Looking lonely every night,
Tell of comrades killed in fight.

 

Hearty fellows they have been,
And no more will they be seen
Drinking wine in Nouex les Mines.

 

Lithe and supple lads were they,
Marching merrily away
Was it only yesterday?"

 

Rifleman Patrick MacGill

1/18th Battalion London Regiment (London Irish Rifles)

The morning after the Battle of Loos, 26th September, 1915