prominent in the work." But the Germans took great care not to leave men or corpses about, and they got nothing for their toil.
On the 23rd July orders came that their expected term of rest was to be cancelled as the Division would go "elsewhere," which all knew meant towards the Somme. There were five days yet ere the Battalion drew clear of the Salient, each day with its almost unnoticed casualty that in the long run makes the bulk of the bills of war, and brings home the fact that the life-blood of the Battalion is dripping away. The support platoons were reckoned lucky to have only one man killed on the 23rd after bombardment by a six-inch high-explosive gun. Captain Pollok, who took over command of No. 1 Company on the same day, was wounded two days later, just after relief, by a machine-gun bullet; and their last "normal" day in the trenches gave one sergeant killed and three other ranks wounded.
They were relieved on the 27th July, after dark as usual, by the 1st Royal Warwicks, "recently come from the south, having been in the fighting there." The Warwicks knew "The Somme." They looked on the clean, creosoted, deep-bayed, high-parapeted trenches they were to hold and announced that they would feel "cushy" in such a line. "Cushy!" said the Brigade. "Wait till you've had to live in 'em!" "But," said the Warwicks, "you see, we've been fighting." The large Guardsmen looked at the little worn Linesmen and swallowed it in silence. The 4th Division, to which the Warwicks belonged, had been part of that terrible northern attack along the line from Serre to Fricourt, which had spent itself in vain against the German defence a month before, and had been ground and milled day by day since. But all that the Diary notices is that that last relief was "carried out smoothly and quietly" in what to the Warwicks, after such experience, must have been grateful peace.
After their three weeks in dug-outs, the Battalion rested and washed south of merry Poperinghe which
