Extract from the diary of Lt Charles Brockbank, 1st Bn, 22nd (Cheshire) Regiment
Saturday. We played football this morning & in the afternoon orders came for us to go on a carrying fatigue, so we marched off at about 4.30 as usual. This time it was not so bad or dirty because it was not raining & we had to go by a different route. Nearly trod on three dead Frenchies. My word this district does stink of rotting turnips, dead men & cattle, and mud, it is a wonder we are not all down with illness. Nearly had my eye poked out when helping a man over a ditch. He had slung his rifle over his back & when he half jumped towards me his rifle barrel caught me just below the eyeball & blacked my eye beautifully before we got home. If it had been a wee bit higher up it would have burst the ball, so I have something to be thankful for. We got home very tired at about 2.30 A.M.