Private Tom Fake, of the Rifle Brigade, writes to his wife from the Western Front:
‘This is the day we
have been looking forward to, hostilities ceased at 11 o’clock this morning, so
I guess it’s fairly safe out here now with the exception of accidents. Of
course we have to be on the alert in case of anything re-starting. But I did
not think when I wrote my last letter to you that it would come so soon. Well,
my dear, I can tell you I am more than glad for I have had more than enough of
it lately, and thank God he has brought me through. I am quite well, but owing
to marching etc I am as sore as though I have been kicked all over.’
Later he added: ‘I think the day the armistice was signed or rather the morning hostilities ceased was the most miserable day I have had since I have been out here, and all I feel is roll on the time when I am free once more.’
Maude Boucher, a Bristol mother of four, kept journal she kept throughout the war:
'The hooters from the ships were all sounded and the church bells pealed forth, so we understood the good news was true ... The workpeople at many of the big factories and laundries put on their hats and coats and left their work and in the majority of cases would not return again any more that week. Everyone got very excited and the streets were soon crowded with people and flags were seen flying everywhere.’
'The hooters from the ships were all sounded and the church bells pealed forth, so we understood the good news was true ... The workpeople at many of the big factories and laundries put on their hats and coats and left their work and in the majority of cases would not return again any more that week. Everyone got very excited and the streets were soon crowded with people and flags were seen flying everywhere.’
Eight-year-old Olive Fairclough, of Colchester, writing to her father in the Machine Gun Corps:
‘You better hurry up
and come home now peace has come because we want either to spend Christmas or
the new year with you. Yesterday, the day peace was declared, the soldiers were
singing and shouting wrapping themselfs in flags and dancing catching the girl and some of them got in long
trails and shouting left right all the time.'
Lance Corporal Stanley
Goodhead of the Royal Engineers, one of the first to enter newly-liberated Belgium:
‘I shall never forget
the day we landed in Ostend from Calais, on our arrival the people went mad
with joy, kissing us, shaking hands, hugging us, and in every manner possible
they showered their thanks on the “English Gentlemen” as they called us. I was
carted off for tea at a large house near the Grand Promenade, and along with
three other men entertained to music and dancing.'
Captain Warren Sandes, of the Royal Engineers, a prisoner of war in Turkey since 1916:
‘The loss of liberty
is a severe punishment and becomes more and more irksome as time goes on. But
the full rigours of captivity are not felt till the prison is reached and the
doors are closed...Not until we settle down to the dreary monotony of monastic
prison life among a semi-civilised people did the iron really enter into our
souls. Some went to pieces under the strain. Most did not. Work was found to be
the panacea for all ills, and those who worked hardest were the least affected.’
These extracts are taken from my new book 'Letters from the Trenches' which is published on 30 November and tells the story of the First World War in the words of those who were there. Lest we forget.
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