Friday 9th July: Claud Vincent, an old Biggleswade boy, now serving with the Bedfordshire
Yeomanry at the front, writes to his father, Inspector John Vincent, at Woburn,
as follows: “On Wednesday last we saddled up in marching order – about 80 of
our Squadron – and, of course, we wondered where we were off to. Well, we
marched about 15 miles, passing through a town which had been well shelled, and
after a dusty ride we halted in a meadow; and our horses were led back, leaving
about 15 out of each troop behind. We were taken into a wood with the rest of
the Brigade, or rather Division and had teas as soon as possible, and we wanted
it badly. For the night we just lay down under the nearest tree and next
morning were marched off, after breakfast, about 1½ miles. We started
trenching, making a redoubt, which we are on now. We start about seven o’clock
and return about 5.30 after a hard day’s work. All day long we can hear the guns
and see them fire, and even as I write the Germans have started shelling and
they are bursting about 200 yards away, but they are only six-inchers, so they
won’t hurt us much. The food we get is good up here and it is a change to get
rid of the horses. We have not been cut up yet”.
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