20 June 1918

Thursday, June 20, 1918: “I doubt they would sing so much if they could foresee their fate”

Thursday June 20th     Good lunch at Leipzig.  Passed numbers of young fellows in civilians travelling cooped up in cattle trucks – apparently a new class just called up and travelling to a training camp.  They had all decorated their trucks with green branches cut from trees &c. and seemed very cheerful singing: I doubt they would sing so much if they could foresee their fate.
I particularly noticed the sort of onion shaped domes which most of the public Bavarian buildings carry; it seems peculiar to Bavaria, for in Saxony here I’ve seen none.  Went viâ Cottbus to Guben.  Arrived there 11 pm.  Given some bread and indifferent sausage.
Travelled all night.  Slept fairly well.

19 June 1918

Wednesday June 19th     Left Landshut at 10 oclock.  Hear we are going to an old permanent camp.  Got a loaf and a lb. of pork as rations.  Went viâ Regensburg to Hof.  Had a good dinner at Regensburg.  Coffee at Hof.  Slept on stone floor in a waiting room – more or less

18 June 1918

Tuesday June 18th.     Heard last night that we’re to shift from here tomorrow, and all going to a Camp in Prussia.  Great excitement, squaring up of accounts, and last minute orders of frying pans, saucepans and the like.  Cheque written at Rastatt on May 6th not yet materialised.  Books ordered last Thursday fortnight not come.

16 June 1918

RA Burnard diary: June 16, 1918
Sunday, June 16, 1918: “Wouldn’t the Poor Bloody Infantry be pleased?”

Sunday June 16th     Heard rather a good one today.  One of our observers, locked into a room with several infantry officers, was the recipient of an apology from a German Flying Officer, who was sorry that he had been ‘herded in with those people’.  Wouldn’t the P.B.I. be pleased?

13 June 1918

THE TIMES, FRIDAY, MAY 3, 1918. (Page 4, Col. 1)
THE TIMES, FRIDAY, MAY 3, 1918. (Page 4, Col. 1)

Thursday, June 13th.     Got quite a shock today.  Saw my name & Hanna’s in the paper (the Times) of May 4th [May 3rd], as ‘missing’.  I should have thought that they would be bound to know at home before May 4th; for I sent a postcard to Geneva on April 14th – asking that a wire should be sent home to say I was safe.