Private Beatson's War: Life, Death and Hope on the Western Front

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Contents

List of Illustrations

Foreword

Acknowledgements

Editors’ Note

Introduction

Prologue

The Diary of Private James Beatson

Part I: Arrival and Life in the Trenches

Part II: The Second Battle of Ypres and its Aftermath

Part III: The Conversation

Part IV: Rumours and Rats

Epilogue

A Note on the Photographs

Notes

Bibliography

James Beatson (right) with his mother Elizabeth, brother Donald and sister Isabella; in all James had eight brothers and sisters.

Beatson’s father John, in Royal Scots Pipe-Major’s uniform.

Private James Nicol Beatson, No. 2024, 9th Royal Scots, probably taken in August 1914, aged 22.

‘Left Edinburgh two nights ago, the less I say of how I felt the better. I purpose [intend] keeping a rough record of the future days so that when I return, (may God grant it), I may the more faithfully recount them to you.’

The first daily entry in Beatson’s diary.

‘We know the stuff of which they are made, and the stock from whence they come, and are confident that they will distinguish themselves, and bear the name of old Scotland with glory.’ (Lord Rosebery). Officers of the 9th Royal Scots pictured at a training camp before the War in 1914.

‘Weeks of disappointment, rumours galore, kit inspections, and, worst of all, false farewells had made us bitter … the always-never-going-battalion.’ (Anonymous Private in B Company). 9th Royal Scots resting during training exercises at Leith, 1914.

‘The boat was used before the outbreak of war as a cattle transport … and the cattle have left a few keepsakes – worse luck!’ The 9th Royal Scots aboard the requisitioned cargo ship HMT Inventor en route to France on 24 February 1915.

‘We had furries served out here … We came across in a cattle boat, were fed on cattle biscuits, wore cattle coats.’ Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders wearing their government issue fur jackets (‘furries’) usually made from goat or sheepskin, 1915.

‘I’m certain that Dickebusch is full of pro-Germans and that they give away information as the price of their safety.’ Dickebusch as Beatson would have known it, 1915.

‘We were relieved last night, dragged ourselves for eight miles to the little wooden hut at Vlamertinghe.’ The Belgian village of Vlamertinghe after heavy shelling.

‘A party of us went digging trenches today.’ 2nd Royal Scots Fusiliers digging trenches north of the Menin Road, October 1914.

‘The roads are lined with … tall trees.’ Dispatch riders on a typical tree-lined road near Dickebusch, 1914.

‘The streets are lined with the kind of building that is met throughout France … cafés with seats in front.’ An old French lady serving coffee to British troops relaxing near Armentières, in 1916.

‘Nobody could be anything else but happy.’ 51st Highlanders.

‘A letter to Carrie and a note to her Dad ran me into nine pages, which relieved my mind a great deal.’

‘The blankets haven’t been given us, so we retire thusly – socks on, kilt loosened, jacket buttoned only at the waist, greatcoat turned upside down and legs slid into the sleeves. This leaves you to curl up and chew the mud off the foot of the coat.’

‘Our dug-out, that is Watson and I, was only about 3ft high.’ ‘Casino’, a support line dug-out in the Bois Grenier sector.

‘Shifted again last night back to our old dug-outs in the Sanctuary Wood.’ A communication trench linking the front line (‘fire trench’) and reserve trenches, Sanctuary Wood, June 1915.

‘French soldiers are resting and very interesting to talk to although laborious.’ Soldiers from the French 7th Infantry.

‘She is an exceptional specimen of the refugee species in this village.’ A Belgian soldier looking after refugees.

‘Today I’ve spent cleaning myself; just had a shave and a wash-up, cleaned my rifle and bayonet.’ Men of the 9th Royal Scots shaving, or at least pretending to shave, with bayonets.

‘The fumes are horrible and hang in the air for a long time.’ The primitive but quite effective form of protection against gas worn by Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders in this May 1916 photograph was soon replaced by a more sophisticated gas mask with a variety of filters.

‘I was called out again last night to guide a stretcher party to the dressing station.’ The 18th Field Ambulance dressing station at Vlamertinghe, June 1915.

‘Things have been quiet as far as big fighting goes but there is a steady dribble of casualties.’ No. 10 casualty clearing station at L’Abeele.

‘I saw the wounded on all sides. I did what little I could but it is heart-rending to hear the fellows asking for help and see the dead lying so very still.’ British doctor and padre attending to wounded British and German soldiers.

‘We waited till dusk and guided stretcher parties.’ Walking wounded wheeling back a stretcher case on a child’s perambulator.

‘The roads are causewayed in the centre, about a cart’s breadth, the margins being knee deep in mud in soft weather.’ Awater-cart stuck in mud to the axle, one wheel and one horse having gone over the edge of the brushwood track, 1917.

‘Horses were lying at the roadside dead and dying.’ Half of the one million horses used by the British Army were killed by gun and shellfire; most of those that survived the war were sold to the French as food to avoid the expense of transporting them back to Britain.

‘The brimstone rained on Sodom and Gomorrah could hardly have caused more havoc.’ Aerial view of Ypres, 1915.

‘What a paradise lost … the shattered walls of a once splendid chateau, the tumbledown statuary and fountains.’ The ruins of Hooge Chateau in early 1915; it would later be completely destroyed during the Second Battle of Ypres.

‘The camp was in a grass field between Reninghelst and Poperinghe, a bivouac being made with cabers and blankets.’ Tents and bivouacs in a rest field near Poperinghe, June 1915.

‘A column of buses drew up and we had a welcome drive back.’ London double-decker buses being used to transport troops.

‘One feature of the place I’ve neglected to mention are the windmills set on every hill.’ Windmills were a familiar sight in the Belgian countryside; here, Dickebusch Mill, 1914.

‘The square is ideal for a parade ground.’ Armentières town hall and market square, November 1914.

‘Then you reach Brussels, losing only two junior officers and some two hundred men.’ German infantry on the offensive in Belgium.

‘Everything was prepared for except the Belgian joggle.’ Belgian troops defending one of the roads leading to Antwerp.

‘The Kaiser claims the alliance of God sincerely or insincerely.’ German soldiers with begarlanded busts of the Kaiser and von Hindenburg which they have carved.

‘I would do a long pilgrimage to lay flowers on the grave that holds your body.’ The grave of an unknown German soldier.

‘The boxing was laughable while Jake was in the ring, Smith was in a class by himself, but Tommy Docherty fought clever and gentlemanly bouts.’ A boxing tournament held by the London Scottish.

‘The General has not the figure of the pattern soldier but is rather smallish … I cannot tell what nature is hidden by a pair of kindly beaming eyes and good humoured features.’ Lieutenant General Pulteney (second from left) conversing with Guardsmen.

‘Aeros are flitting about like butterflies.’ A German aeroplane flying over Ypres.

‘We went up to Bois Grenier again … it was silent as the grave.’ ‘No-man’s-land’, Bois Grenier, June 1915, with British lines marked ‘O’ and German lines ‘X’.

‘The weather is becoming more unsettled, driving rains and cold, but so long as we are here we can laugh at it.’ 9th Royal Scots marching in wet weather, September 1916.

‘Alick, dear, dear Alick, staunch and true, generous, open as the day. I loved you as a brother and would gladly have given myself in your place. Never will I meet your like again, never will I forget you, never will I mourn you as I ought.’

‘Leaving tonight on a week’s leave, so the narrative must be brought up-to-date at the gallop.’

Beatson’s final journey home involved him travelling by train to Boulogne, catching the ferry to Folkestone and the train to Victoria station, London, shown here, before continuing on to Edinburgh.

‘Sometime I’ll open these pages for the last time perhaps. One never knows.’ All that remained of High Wood, the scene of Beatson’s death, after its capture by the British.

‘I pray the Lord who died of His love for us to pity our foolishness, my foolishness and in the last, to give us the certainty of meeting our loved ones when the day breaks on a New World.’ High Wood today – the arrow marks the approximate spot in the cornfield where Beatson was killed.

List of Illustrations

Maps

The Western Front, indicating Beatson’s movements during 1915 and 1916

The Ypres Salient, indicating the movements of the 9th Royal Scots during the Second Battle of Ypres, April–May, 1915

The Battle of the Somme, giving the location of Beatson’s death at High Wood, 23 July 1916

Plates

For further notes and acknowledgements, see ‘A Note on the Photographs’.

Section 1

A young James Beatson with his mother, brother and sister. (Reproduced by courtesy of May Beatson)

Beatson’s father, John. (Reproduced by courtesy of May Beatson)

Private James Nicol Beatson. (Reproduced by courtesy of May Beatson)

The first daily entry in Beatson’s diary. (Shaun