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				| Reference: N/A 2nd Life Guards, 7th Cav Bde, 3rd Cav Div: 12th - 14th May 1915
 
 Crofton Diary
 Sir Morgan Crofton, Signalling Officer, 2nd LG.
 ISBN 0-7509-3739-4
 
 
					
						| Hour, date, Place | Summery 
						of Events and Information | Remarks and references to 
						Appendices |  
						| May 12th Dug Out SE of BREILIN
 | Another fine 
						day. Orders were received that we were to go into the 
						trenches tonight, to relieve part of the 27th Infantry 
						Division. The three Regiments of our Brigade are each to supply 
						260 men. The whole Division of three Brigades is to go 
						in, making a total of 2,300 rifles at the most. Most of 
						the day was preparing for this event.
 
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						| 7:00 pm | We dined at 
						7:00 pm, and got ready to go up to the trenches. During 
						dinner the Colonel said that a signalling officer was 
						not wanted in the trenches. So I was to take charge of 
						the machine guns and pack horses, and after the guns had 
						been dumped to bring back the horses. |  |  
						| 8:00 pm | We marched off, 
						about 250 strong headed by the Colonel and Stewart 
						Menzies. Ypres lay about 2 miles off down the road. We 
						marched down the lane to the level crossing and on to 
						the main YPRES - VLAMERTINGHE ROAD, beyond where we 
						turned to our left and made for YPRES. |  |  
						| YPRES | As we 
						approached the town , we could see even on the outskirts 
						the damage done by shellfire since we were there in 
						February last. A large convent on our left as we reached 
						the town, was in utter ruins, the wooden domes off the 
						roof lying like enormous extinguishers in the roadway, 
						on the top of piles of bricks and rubbish. The moat and 
						canal at the entrance to the town filled with rubbish. As we passed the canal crossing by the station, word was 
						passed back that we were to keep in sections. A 
						precautionary measure, in case we were shelled going 
						through.
 We marched noisily on stone pave down what was once one 
						of the main streets towards the Cathedral and Grande 
						Place. Not a moving creature, not a light, not a 
						house that was not a wreck, and only with difficulty 
						could we find a clear path through the rubbish. At the 
						end of the street we turned to our right and crossed in 
						front of the Cathedral and the SW end of Cloth Hall.
 The little column with the guilt figure on the top, 
						which up to February last had escaped all damage, now 
						lay in fifty bits. Like wise the statue of a celebrated 
						resident of Ypres, who on our last visit to the town in 
						February proudly surveyed the town from his stone 
						pedestal, now lay in many pieces, legs in the air on the 
						rubble below.
 In the roadway two caverns, 20 feet deep and 60 feet long, 
						showed where high-explosive shells had burst into the 
						sewers. In the twig light the gaunt relics of the 
						cathedral and Cloth Hall stood silent witness to this 
						organised holocaust.
 The sprits of the men became more depressed as we 
						progressed in the silent deserted town. The ripple of 
						laughter, songs, whistling and badinage which had risen 
						as we marched in , had now completely ceased one heard 
						only the clatter of hobnailed boots on the hard stones 
						of the road.
 Having passed the end of the Cloth Hall we turned to 
						our left, and gained the square. Our engineers had been 
						busy most of the day burning any house which might 
						impede the aim of our guns; as we passed the corner of 
						the house, a fire, which had been for some time 
						internally combusting in the cellar, burst out and 
						engulfed with a roar the whole structure in its 
						inflammatory embrace. By the light of this house we 
						wended our way across the square.
 Here the change from our previous visit was even more 
						marked. the burnt out shells of houses, roofless and 
						windowless, surrounded the square, houses which before 
						had been full of buyers and sellers, and doing good 
						trade.
 The smell of dead horses was disgusting. Dotted about 
						the square were heaps of unfortunate animals each 
						smouldering and pointing to the abortive attempts of 
						scavengers to clear up by burning. A few wrecked wagons 
						added to the gaiety of the scene. As we crossed the 
						Eastern end of the square, a few random shrapnel came 
						with a whine and a shriek over our heads and burst in 
						the battered and mutilated Cloth Hall.
 We marched rapidly on, and reached the road that led 
						out to Zonnebeke, through Menin Gate. The streets here 
						were merely heaps of ruins, in many places burning 
						fiercely. The Menin Gate itself is non-existent, and the 
						solid masonry walls built by Vauban had yawning gaps in 
						them as big houses from recent shelling.
 The Glare from burning Ypres was now considerable, and 
						in the light of which we marched on up the road. dead 
						horses and broken wagons marked most of the way, relics 
						of the supply columns which had been caught on the road 
						when the Germans opened their last bombardment, the 
						stink is awful.
 On either side of the road away in the fields odd 
						shells were bursting and heavy firing was going on.
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						| 10:00 pm | We reached the 
						cross roads at the entrance to POTIJZE, where we halted. 
						As spent bullets were beginning to hum over, we lay down 
						at the side of the road, on which a ceaseless stream of 
						wounded men, ambulance motors and supply wagons were 
						passing up and down. |  |  
						| 10:30 pm | We moved on, 
						following the Leicestershire Yeomanry who were 
						immediately in front of us. 200 yards further on we 
						passed a large white chateau on our left which was a 
						dressing station, and also the headquarters of some 
						general. It was humming like a bee hive. Dozens of white 
						flares were rising into the sky on the right and left of 
						us, and made a striking contrast behind the angry yellow 
						glow of Ypres. |  |  
						| POITIJZE | After we had 
						gone a quarter of a mile down this road a messenger soon 
						reached us to say we had taken the wrong road, so we 
						retraced our steps. The magnesium flares lit up the 
						night continuously, by which we saw that in front of us 
						was Frezenberg Ridge, on top of which we could see the 
						silhouettes of long lines of men getting into their 
						trenches. We came right back to where the lane joined 
						the main road, and at its junction we found the Colonel 
						and Griffin with his machine guns which he had just 
						dumped. |  |  
						| Near Front Line and
 Back to YPRES
 | Our trenches 
						were a few hundred yards further up the road, and all 
						pack horses were now ordered back. I therefore proceeded 
						back along the road towards the molten crucible of 
						Ypres. More troops were coming up. I passed the 19th 
						Hussars and the Royals. the clatter of the timber wagons 
						on the pave was deafening. The way back seemed very 
						long. A few shells burst over Ypres as we left the 
						square, but the town was now empty save a few parties of 
						engineers completing their work. The square was very hot, and the clouds of smoke and 
						showers of sparks made our journey very unpleasant. We 
						trudged along and at last got out into the open country 
						beyond, and turned off to our huts and dugouts at 
						Brielin.
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						| Midnight | I burrowed into 
						my dugout in the straw feeling very tired. |  |  
						| May 13th 7:30 am
 | I was going 
						through that farm on my way to breakfast when I was 
						stopped by a trooper. whom I did not know by sight, who 
						told me that he had just seen some stragglers from the 
						1st life Guards. he said that we had just been shelled 
						out of our trenches during the night, an that we were 
						all retreating as our line had been broken. This was 
						nice, so , telling the man that it probably wasn't true, 
						I decided to go and breakfast and wait for confirmation 
						which would most certainly follow. at the same time I 
						left word that all stragglers of what ever regiment were 
						to be brought to me. Ten minutes after having my breakfast a wild eyed and 
						dishevelled man called Hills in D Squadron (2LG) 
						appeared. He said he was the only survivor of the 
						Regiment, which had been badly shelled, and had had 
						frightful losses. He understood that the Germans were 
						now entering YPRES. I told him to go to the pack horses 
						and stay there and I decided to go off and see Staff 
						Captain Balfour, who had been left behind in the camp.
 | **** Leicestershire Yeomanry state that 
						2nd Life Guards had retired by 6:00 am. 8th Cav Bde War 
						Diary confirms this to. |  
						| 8:30 am | Balfour turned 
						up and showed me a message from Kennedy the Brigadier 
						from the dugout at POITIJZE saying that the Brigade had 
						been shelled out of the front trenches with considerable 
						losses. Balfour and I decided to collect every officer 
						and man we could as reinforcement, and towards dark take 
						them up to where I had dumped the guns the night before. More and more 1st Life Guards and Leicestershire 
						Yeomanry kept coming in, but up to midday day only three 
						of ours had turned up.
 | ***** No record of Leicester Yeomanry at GHQ Line 
						until ordered to do so. 
 **** A Sqn of 1st Life Guards retired with whole 
						Regiment of 2nd Life Guards back to GHQ line from approx 
						6:00 am.
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						| 12:30 pm | Wallace 
						appeared in our motor, having come over with the 
						letters, parcels, etc. from Wallon-Cappel for men, and 
						he decided to stay and help. Four of the officers of the 
						1st Life Guards and two Leicestershire Yeoman also 
						turned up, and we collected about 40 men from the 
						stragglers of all regiments. We also sent back a message 
						to Wallon-Cappel for men, and extra rifles and 
						bandoliers. |  |  
						| 3:00 pm | Balfour went 
						off to Divisional Headquarters about, leaving me in 
						charge as Staff Captain. |  |  
						| 3:30 pm | Another message 
						from Kennedy arrived, enclosing our list of casualties, 
						saying that Balfour and all available officers and men 
						were going up to the trenches as soon as it was dark, 
						and that I was to be left in Balfour's place to take 
						charge of the camp and do his job of Staff Captain. Balfour arranged with me about forming up the supply 
						column and getting more ammunition. I went over to the 
						ammunition column and arranged for 100, 000 rounds be 
						dumped at our camp.
 Menzie's message stated that our officer losses at 
						Frezenberg Ridge were:
 
 Killed
 2/Lt. Blofeld ***(The night of the 12th)
 Lt. Hobson
 Lt. Townsend
 
 Wounded
 Colonel Ferguson *****(Wounded at GHQ Line at 8:30 am 
						after retirement on the morning of the 13th)
 Lt. Bethel
 Lt. Cuninghame
 
 and about 120 other ranks. later in the evening it 
						transpired that Blofeld had been killed the day before, 
						by a shell bursting in a dugout. Two Leicestershire 
						Yeomanry officers had been killed at the same time . I 
						couldn't hear what the 1st Life Guards had lost, but 
						judging from the stragglers they must have lost heavily.
 
 | *** 2 LG War Diary states 109 Casualties, 27 killed 
						and 1 wounded. 255 men from the 2nd Life Guards in total on the front 
						line that day.
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						| 6:30 pm | Wallace and 
						Balfour and their motley crowd of Life Guards and 
						Yeomanry marched off and I was left to my duties. The 
						new rifles and bandoliers arrived, so I at once armed 
						all the stragglers I could find. These duties and 
						supplies occupied me until dark. | **** No record of any Leics Yeo doing this. |  
						| 7:00 pm | I saw to the 
						rations. |  |  
						| 7:30 pm | The news from 
						the front seemed better, and I heard counter attacks had 
						been organised. Burkett, the doctor of the 
						Leicestershire Yeomanry, came in about this time, almost 
						in a state of collapse. I fed him and gave him a Brandy 
						and he seemed better. He said that his regiment had lost 
						very heavily, 7 officers killed including the Colonel, 
						Evans-Freke, 4 wounded and about 180 men killed, wounded 
						or missing. | *** Major Burkett was over a mile away in 
						Bellewaarde Farm tending to the wounded. LY RAP with 6th 
						Cav Field Amb near 6th Cav Bde HQ and RAP. |  
						| 8:00 pm | I had to 
						scratch meal of some tea and eggs. afterwards settled 
						down on some straw in a corner of the hut to sleep after 
						leaving where I was to be found. A tiring, depressing day, very dull, and pouring with 
						fine cold rain all day. The mud began to be beastly.
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						| May 14th 5:00 pm
 | The Chaplain of 
						our Brigade came along to bury the body of Evans-Freke, 
						the Colonel of the Leicestershire yeomanry, who had been 
						killed the day before*. The ground chosen was a pretty 
						little farm, just off the road, where several others who 
						had died in the adjacent dressing station were also 
						buried. 
 Foot Note:
 * The trenches occupied by A Squadron of the 
						Leicestershire Yeomanry had been in poor condition with 
						little shelter from shellfire. On 13th May this was 
						incessant from 3:30am until 1:00 pm According to the 
						regimental Diary, Lt. Col The Hon P C Evans-Freke placed 
						a detachment about 150 yards in front of A Squadron, and 
						it was while returning from overseeing this he was 
						killed.
 | **** The Colonel died at approx 6:15 am on the 13th 
						as he was placing men to protect 6th Cav Brigades left 
						flank. There was no support to on the left flank of A 
						Squadron LY by the rest of 7th Cav Brigade therefore the 
						placement of these men. |  
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